passport

rig a mortal wire
so that death delivers warm
mother milk, not fire

senile evidence
reaching for a full cup of
blue truth medicine

The fields, the floods, the heavens, with one consent
Did seeme to laugh on me, and favour mine intent.
-Edmund Spenser

jaws of life

black
ice
at
the
intersection
of
Disarray
and
Isolation
where
screaming
sirens
surround
metallic
visions
of
Saturn's
misplaced
wedding
ring