beside our daily lives concrete rituals enrapture love desires like so many Lego bricks erected we finish building our growing collection of voodoo figurines hapless hopeless held up by an ignorant God without jokers in the tarot deck kept semi-comatose in the lock up behind the mini-mart nobody can say who opened the gates or who pinned back yesterday’s quandary right now today surrender to the surgeon who will take us under the ruinous river to verify our wraith full Xanadu our ghosts who yearn to be eaten while the zoetrope flickers
(From Loose Change - Ghost City Press, 2023) Published on The Laundry Line, Tuesday Jan. 28, 2025
