Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Sri Hinterlands

Jesse S. Mitchell

Sri Hinterland

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Yorba Linda’s Cephalopod Blues

So, screech the cyanide strings
And glow the Baba Yaga shine
And love the lemon yellow sun
And dance the barbed wire whirl.
And always
More and more
More sang rouge than Khmer Rouge
Because that’s blood
It’s heintei  twister girls
All cyclone breathing and never sleeping
Hot and heavy, until you cannot imagine calm.
Makes a hollow in the center, all the stirring, the churning, in the heart.
Just keep you spinning
Like a rotating planet (big hairy knuckled rock) in orbit
Until you read your name in the obit.