By D. R. Gayton
Accelerate—
we split a mammoth
Path—through wilderness
Coughing fire as we buzz
Through swamps
Through quagmires
In the dark
The sky burns
Sapphire blue
And
Trucks speed by
As the silence moans, the victory of
A great loss,
A farm house
cries across the pastures
Below a mountain
Strewn with pines
Like monks on
Rocks
Glides
A silver placard
To regulate the freedom of
Mankind
Crashing
Vibrations sustaining my
Spine,
As the pictures in
The window change
So fucken
Fast.
From Juvenilia (2016)
Gaytonia 