
Daniel Flosi
From
still in this place where there is no sun
still in this place where there is no sun
didn’t know it then we walked
right into her angry mouth
acorns dripped
roll
downhill into another hill
subsumed every thing
we held dear this summer
rattlehum of Subarus
Toyotas in the parking lot
cornerstore dreams liquor
lies still in this place
where there is no sun
never was the stone crouched
you crouch on has memory
is memorial the settlers
that settled these hills subdued
imbue with power
unable to find a simple line
through this hill
O Avalo
you should
know
we didn’t mean to
look
then again the insectuous
death rattle slow drum
of marching toward
kids smoking pot
don’t
hear it
instead look us
straight
in the eyes tell us
to fuckk-off home
y o u s t r o l l
plumb into
the depth of her
angry mouth black
hole subsuming every living
of course the footpath
long eroded
y o u p a s s e d
right in willing
is this a virtue i wonder
the final crickets
continue to scratch
their foreign hymns
then all worms froze
the black maw filament
detonates dark side
of 5 AM divergent narrow path
along this sloping slant
becomes what we would become
if we believed in anything
nonexistent exhausted
exuberance
right into her angry mouth
acorns dripped
roll
downhill into another hill
subsumed every thing
we held dear this summer
rattlehum of Subarus
Toyotas in the parking lot
cornerstore dreams liquor
lies still in this place
where there is no sun
never was the stone crouched
you crouch on has memory
is memorial the settlers
that settled these hills subdued
imbue with power
unable to find a simple line
through this hill
O Avalo
you should
know
we didn’t mean to
look
then again the insectuous
death rattle slow drum
of marching toward
kids smoking pot
don’t
hear it
instead look us
straight
in the eyes tell us
to fuckk-off home
y o u s t r o l l
plumb into
the depth of her
angry mouth black
hole subsuming every living
of course the footpath
long eroded
y o u p a s s e d
right in willing
is this a virtue i wonder
the final crickets
continue to scratch
their foreign hymns
then all worms froze
the black maw filament
detonates dark side
of 5 AM divergent narrow path
along this sloping slant
becomes what we would become
if we believed in anything
nonexistent exhausted
exuberance