Kathleen Hellen
helicopters at dusk
Vines weave through the trail along wild raspberry and thorn, tiger lilies, ironweed, pinwheel-daisies and complaints afoot ... I can't imagine having children ... I worry so much ... I come upon a skull bleached clean among the tufts of grass among the deadwood carpeted with moss, leg bones bits of spine in intricate design atop the secret kingdom of the dying. Suddenly the word of god blasts from an passing truck. Have faith! believe in things you cannot see ... in the manner of the trees. In the stamina of animals. Faith in sleep of dog and possum disemboweled, the carcasses of crickets. In desiccated moths. The rat beheaded, like video of hostage.
fascist octopus
after Orwell
hiding in plain dark
not to be confused with a reduced
state of consciousness
not to be confused with a reduced
state of consciousness
drops
an arm
if it has to
dragged
to surface
exposed
an arm
if it has to
dragged
to surface
exposed
to bragbeaks squawking
not to be confused with politics
not to be confused with politics