Danny DeVito undoes all the knots in Christmas lights, but it's August, so everyone just thinks he's drunk.
Deadmoon drinks
For the endless
Nebula shows
"Cows love dying up there,"
At least,
What they taught us
In the former offal room
While the hotpot leather band
Played "Tiger by the Tail"
All thru the
Blistered future hate heat night
Lashed out like a scared cottonmouth
At all of us
Scared
At the howl
But all of us
Still sat outside
To see
That golden arrow
Fall to pieces
Like Patsy Cline
Angel
Who I hear
Rattling my skull
As the shards shape
The red rock they
Collapse upon
Into devil teeth
Biting cemetery plots
Out the Spanish moss
& the birthing prairie dusk
Promises
To shepard us
To the high holy
All as the world deserves
The shredded maddening
5/4 tempo & screams
Pouring like fresh tar
Out of every
Polished window
New sky of rose, Southwestern Territory, 1972
lemonade moonglow//birthed by the// forgotten ends of//settlement pines//weeps at the colors// from the ghost// created in the haze of//progress//knowing// true beauty//before their eyes// will remain// eternally unmatched// all while//glass mountains // crack// red dust vertebrae// to sing them all// home
Deadmoon drinks
For the endless
Nebula shows
"Cows love dying up there,"
At least,
What they taught us
In the former offal room
While the hotpot leather band
Played "Tiger by the Tail"
All thru the
Blistered future hate heat night
Lashed out like a scared cottonmouth
At all of us
Scared
At the howl
But all of us
Still sat outside
To see
That golden arrow
Fall to pieces
Like Patsy Cline
Angel
Who I hear
Rattling my skull
As the shards shape
The red rock they
Collapse upon
Into devil teeth
Biting cemetery plots
Out the Spanish moss
& the birthing prairie dusk
Promises
To shepard us
To the high holy
All as the world deserves
The shredded maddening
5/4 tempo & screams
Pouring like fresh tar
Out of every
Polished window
New sky of rose, Southwestern Territory, 1972
lemonade moonglow//birthed by the// forgotten ends of//settlement pines//weeps at the colors// from the ghost// created in the haze of//progress//knowing// true beauty//before their eyes// will remain// eternally unmatched// all while//glass mountains // crack// red dust vertebrae// to sing them all// home
Clem Flowers (They/ Them) is a soft spoken southern transplant living in spitting distance of some mountains in Utah. They enjoy cooking, watching old films, and frequently visiting a local bird sanctuary. Nb & bi, they live in a cozy apartment with their wonderful wife & sweet calico kitty. They can be found on Twitter at @hand_springs777