Author: G H

organs in the mail, currency in the water main, policies in tree rings

take my hand with you over the border

at the end of this hill awaits a sun sweating in the gas flares peerlessly centered for yours

pleasure is a burning car, blinding gas from broiling upholstery smearing odometer and memory of miles

so smelled the flame hardening ponder in hearth heat, a star proves in the brow

wood ring index of the fine notes knotting under skin book for cover as hail comes

in light, hammer, in dark, fell; a curse upon the first head to strike sulphur

better than not slips through in always sufficient to slow traffic over chest bump

sludge builds a home at 9 am in the neat civil plan falling to earth

troil and touble, slound and fairly blurb on, mix light with sceptic, soothe wounds salve minor notetakers

drop an A into the gut, swelling acid in the bowl lifts a warm word onto the shoulder