Poems

one-six-twenty sundown america, one-six-twenty.two-eleven morning tehran, wherethe clutter flutters, shaking downavenues of the blood oath. vengeance! the echoes cryvoices of thousandsricochet stone wall to stone wall,sleepless to sleepless, dust to dust. their general is dead.ours is mad.eyes wild, master of allself images on multiple screens. genius! the compliment fliesinner voice Read more…