Sirens Ringing Dry
by Michael D. Amitin
flush the locusts
so they say
down the glitter spine toilets
rapid fire
civilization
could use a good flush
but my ears bleed
sirens ringing the caves of my heart dry
as a desert strewn with dead longhorns
my eyes burn
sad-eyed bombardiers
watching waiting
hiding in burnt tents
jizz fizz
did you get mother’s milk
olive acid sun awaits
paint the grenades with magenta bush donkey flowers
stick a laughing daisy cheney in that rifle mouth
brother let’s sit in the park and read fyodor ginsberg
say kaddish
best revenge is no revenge
blow this wind smack act to smithereens
light a sugar-frosted christmas tree
sing echoes of allah kiss a hannukah dreidle
and flee the fate of frankenstein
before we drift my pretties
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Michael D. Amitin