Monday, November 18, 2024

the rotten mane (2017)

  

earth nameless stumbles into human form,  

  a suit derides in mealy pleats;

the phaeton drops them at the curb,

his cape over his klannish sheets;




dim don treads, alligator shoe-horned,

  toward his minaret of unflinching greed;

composure escapes him, a raped morn,

  liberty lady ravaged need not plead.




the vouch of slime undoes his tongue, 

 all fair and noble creature recoil;

rather air or water to quench his lust,

   don's bearings gurgle Oil.



land promises, evict the rotten mane

of tyrants tirades and more of the same.








12-14-17


Mt Tabor, Oregon

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