Granite outcrops
shift into
unrelenting thunder
and Dagon dredges
elk shed from the stone.
Tilt your head into
a landslide
and pray
from upside down.
Dangle your
wolfhand
from the darkness
of the river
and commit a crime
of bibliomancy—
The story always pans out the same.
Bone in snow
covered spring,
will you tell
us what you know?
The thaw leaves
traces in maps of ice.
What abomination
will we dream now?
In the spiraling clouds.
In the stalactite humming.
The witch doctor
frog man lingers
in the willows.
A delta-glyphic
half moon shines,
crystalline,
through granite.
The big cats are non-alien
in darkful fog
and wash over outcrops.
A cold branch
drops into colder water.
The big cats
drop quiet like deadfall
and the beetles turn
the mountain grey.
*Or this version of the first stanza that plays on The Neverending Story and Stranger Things title:
In the spiraling-nothing.
in the upside-down.
the witch doctor
dogman lingers
in the willows.
If you are a good
boy, then
you will get what you want.
*
I want pizza, please?
And can Jacob spend
the night?
and we can drink
Fago and play Nintendo?
*
Jacob's mom
drops him off
and we play
Double Dragon II
until our eyes bleed.
*
The mornings
are spent toppling
over dirt mounds
and falling into
the freshly dug
basements of suburbia.
This is a trap!
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