ravaged ladder
house of straw
fine hair on the face of a fetus
the thumbprint of God
breakdowns are part of the act
this time of year
the rock concert’s fake fog
taken straight from a Song Dynasty landscape
feedback feedback
captive cormorants in choke collars
unable to swallow even
the ghost of a fish
nobody waxes poetic
under spotlights as bright as these
nobody lies down
under tombstones as white as these
you have to drive an hour to find
a dark enough night for dissolution
poor moon
poor harvest
poor moon.
we must be such a disappointing view.
That’s a nice insight. Yeah.
Jesus. What a great poem.
Wow. more enso poetry. yeah, what a poem.
Hey, thanks, you two! Seems as if it might need some work, but maybe not much.