#325 sails (for loren connors)
the amp hum\ntone arm drop\nand pedal click\nall a simple ecstasy\nin utter simplicity\nyour theresa\u2019s\nentrails pierced\nand burning\nlike no bernini\ndare fuck\nwith his angel\nno yours a beauty\nin direct\nshuddering communion\nsculpted in vacuum\ntube heat and wire\nall drifting and round\nand later you\nwith the bearded prophet\nfahey\nmake dark the night\nand cold the ground\nagain\nbefore the terror\nand mercury-tasting\ndread\nof the sea\nsublime\nin horror and capacity\noverwhelms\ndesperate shouts\nincapable of\novercoming\ncertainty\ndumbfounded\nby arrogance\nand pointless\nresistance\nand here your shaking\nstops\nlike the heart before\ngolden arrows\npenetrate\nand rend us\nimmune\n\nepw 3.10.08 perrysburg, oh