Eat, Drink, and Be Merry
We all sat around the fire,
feasting on flesh,
sipping glasses of blood,
watching the red sky fall,
as the world burned
all around us.
It was awesome.
It was brutal.
It was glorious.
It was over in a flash.
—An excerpt from my most recent book of poetry, Chaos Songs. Available here from Weasel Press.
What I said. What was said. What was left unsaid. What…
I’ll be here/there focusing on the renaissance.
What else have I to do?
Consciousness is sovereign. It is the only way. It is the right way…
Five of my poems appear in the new 2016 World Poetry Open Mic Anthology.
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