ripping


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.