Civic Engagement (poem)
Swamp Thing rises: / the water tastes of oil and plastic…
Swamp Thing rises: / the water tastes of oil and plastic…
The sky will be strangely blank / without cross-hatched contrails…
never / discovered repeatedly found…
Conscientiously / the funeral home robots…
Lacking a body, they buried his empty chair…
We Are Among Us Incubi and succubiprowl dance clubs, country clubs,book clubs, churches.They tempt us notwith groin or breast or tonguebut with tiny mirrorsthe size of a thumb,from which we peek out at ourselveswith eyes amazed and in love.Who can resist their own regard?We follow, heedless of the yearsof rueful reflections to come. — Thomas…
This creature is crawling viscera…
If a vampire knocks, / Will I let them in?…
the god of the humans / is a parasitic vine…
In recent centuries, the eaters / of the dead have shrunk in numbers…