Snow falls from moon
white soft drifting moon
challenge hurled from sky throne
rise knight lash armour tight
cog throaty drains with wool
and bundle lungs entire armory
chant valedictory oaths of joy
and venture eye spitting cold
to tryst white walls adamantine
grip shovel imperial
lust after life
stagger triumphant
We can’t believe
he went over the handlebars
and how the asphalt
scrambled his body
We can’t believe
it was his dream
to straddle
all that naked power
We can’t believe
those broken twisted
dreams can ever
be him again
we sit upon Olympus
watching weather
like fans in a stadium
except we fly above
and in the midst
participate in our own
executions gladiatorial
thumbs down I say
cakes and bread
have bloated us
we stagger out into the
alley vomit the excess
and return for the next event
betting with our futures
corner bookmaker’s odds
I shiver at night
in the alley
winds grow cold
what are the odds
on Demetrius’ match
with the octopus?
