Bald naked umbrage teeming, garbage fueled, jargon-strewn
\nhalf life, led in stages of decay and marked from birth,
\nlined into corners by sidelong glances and fancy passes
\ndisguised as droplets of glory, emerge to a timeless dawn
\nof forsaken moments, backward thinking, vine-swinging
\nretribution, penned by non-existent demons made starlike
\nby this chorus of wails.
\nFilch this never-ending youth, planet of hipsters in a cloud.
\nThe cry abounds. Grandfather dirt, mother of oceans,
\nbeguile us with mundane unearthly wisdom, the truths
\nof startling winter even heaven cannot know. Take hold
\nthe light’s dominion like some stellar dance path’s magic.
\nEviscerate the crown volcanic, tragedy’s room mate,
\nyesterday’s bill of lading for the host of fine rememberings.
\nNothing is sacred that cannot fly.
\nTo the end we twirl, shameless in this pivot of doom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"