The Head of the Hole with a Halo

a new poem

The head 

of the hole 

with a halo

how we built ideas 

to live inside 

hoping they would 

overthrow 

the force 

of the world’s

worst —

all for this what? 

For just a little likeness, 

a little lantern 

a little lightness 

a little intensity 

through the soft abrasion of the orchestra.

Sky gazing is 

sky crawling is 

you graze your knee 

on the serrated edge of every dream 

and lick the blood.

Sky drips 

from the halo 

of a hole 

with a head.

Come sky gazing 

with me 

let’s block out the total delirium of traffic 

of carbon 

of collapse.

Give up on collapsing. 

Give yourself a little fix. 

I looked 

behind the sky

and I found 

a policeman 

getting 

a blow job 

from 

a mortgage advisor. 

Have a peek.

The cruelty of 

the world’s end —

it’s fucking

hilarious.

Forever heave sail and bally

let listen to enchantment popping off

before the storm blisters, wishing.