dreadlust

dreadlust:

age's end staring us in the mouth

Arlington high rises as precursor

to Mumbai, to Rio;

dystopia, dystopia.

i lifted her onto my tongue like food.




the little animals will be alright;

Sudoku drowns me in disbelief

and i'll bet the party lights aren't lit

at Dogwood in this thundershow.




dreadlust--it fills us full

and then consumes.

i think about an algorithm i haven't written yet

same as books, as letters, as promises

before i fall asleep.