100 Assignment
I took it in a different direction. Swan Song {To Kensington} To the popsicles: I’m calling it quits. My ice drips limp in the Serpentine – exhaust – smother. {nothing left but the ruling} An eyrar of cygnets take turns biting and cutting a crying child’s fingers. Their beaks drip blood. Mute, orange bills shine in the night. They’re owned by the Queen, their feathers to God’s ears. Ultraviolet, they hunt through the muggy night, ghost wings haunting the ring roads, masks peering from rotary brush. A whiteness stealing over the grass to you. Shake, man – they come to rend you in the dark. {burn me once} rage for forgetting, rage at the blankness the despair of forgetting, the tortuous loop. lasso me to your moon, see how you neglect to leave me hogtied. pitch a bucket of pitch, I’ll baseball my eyes and snake the grass under foot, chant a song of self-devouring. here’s the thing: I’m sick to death of you and everything you are, the tower of heuristics crashing down at th...