there’s a dreamer at the edge of the prairie,
an ancient angel of brutal sex, arranging his affairs
he’s bravely able, the bull in the maze, the wolf on the hill, slave of chaos
a perfect cranium crater not interested in rape
but lining up slaughter as means to an end
he wants babies
the right kind of babies
he will clear lands of all others
to make room for the right kind of babies
there is a cradle in his arms
and graves behind
he opens his mouth
words appear in the air around him

Selected byLawrence George
Image credit:Glen Rushton

Sunken ships--the rats calling the place home didn't make it out either--the oldest daughter didn't like me to begin with and Momma didn't know what to do with my love in the corral--I decided not to wait around for the movie and headed for Arizona where I met Jaci--she liked me pretty much and was into history--I told her I would meet her in the Indian ruins that night for love in the dust--

she said, "oooooooooo that makes me so wet!"

How did I do, Jay? Is this what you were looking for?