Amber

your hands & feet
sliced through eyes like
peanut butter
seashell amber
a chocolate cross behind
you
nothing but the white wall
to follow
yet another well-crafted
slide

the place for all ghost's
the uncertain
black jelly
epicenter
in the back of your head
where rooms are rented
for a good piece of
ass

mirages of swing low telegraph pole
deserts
succumbus peripheral travels
on mosquito's sun-steered wings
ghost city voids of unspoken territories
precise depictations
of your skeletal self
the ragged hound
swearing
pissing
at his homesick's home gateway

scratching poems
on his Cadillac's
windscreen
in his Cadillac's
stop light
haze

in the precise conspiracy
of his writing
headquarters

we'll publish most anything
you just give us the clue
the gut
the scentless print vomit
the posthumous
publication
rights