(though untitled, the following quote, from a poet-friend of mine, is relevant: “...beneath the layers of orgasms and bullshit...”)
Justin Taylor
& the mist rises in the field
holy goddess is bleeding in America
there are prophets asleep on couches
harbingers driving ford astro vans
the sunrise is nothing to whine about
in complaint or praise
I dare eternity to blow me
I am made hard by the callousness
of others
you aren’t the end all of everything
just as I am not the beginning
tonight we learned
that acceptance is a daydream
that everyone is a genius
that gin mixes nicely w/ vodka
& Black Label&Miller Lite