Poem: What Great Troubleshot Fauna We’ve Become by Peter Milne Greiner

I boycott his atoms   after a glissade of bunk attempts then laud their inky, mobile   residuum again.   The ingredients of the music are my mimic falsetto   and the sound of a door locking   and unlocking and locking.   This capotasto he handsignals from god knows where is   really a chokechain muffling   what taste I have left of him.   ‘What can I say,’ I picture him saying, ‘I blackball and revere,   make... Read More