tearing up
sutter's palisade;
they're trailing
stables after cycles.
the white livery is
outfitted with rope
&—saloon
drowned—
a saloon tore
down. our town
now is surrounded.
the mejo army
use baseball bats
to crush jailhouses;
as if
riffraff get
fixed, break-
ing things,
in a sheriff's
salad crates.
every head—
each is shred
—let us split.
their unpainted
faces white wash
-es . . .
they're
your more
hated wanted.
a dim racism
. . . saying, '
paybacks this; yer
goddamned bastard.'
her suffering . . .
lost in translation:
it's either
Alzheimer's
or Amnesia.
mother's headstrong,
"angry-ma'am letter."
mom's
-work,
fired. &
custard's
discharge,
miscarried.
father took fuck
out of dodge. saw
shadows groan; too
long holding one
light source.
so high, those
dials withdrew,
paler . . .
a dali-esque
landscape
gorge.
an abstraction was,
for me, only broke
toys destroyed.
but why didn't
i see . . . ? it hurt
you, until
we were gifted
at new helvetia fort.