of coyote resonate like
a game of cleanliness and fortitude.
Speaking in tones awe-ful and wondrous
preaches, to live first
and take names in the aftermath.
slough off my skin to keep it in tact.
a churning mosaic of smoke
and screaming children, is beaming.
oppression of the highest degree,
not only is it necessary but it bilks me for all
worth. Coyote taunts in his lackadaisical manner;
he wants a fight with the snakes of the world
- Apophis as degenerated into the children of Seth -
as a retort to boredom.
the apotheosis warrior
as created by Homer and rectified by Tolkien.
the rising yuppie who buys replica swords
made from tank parts that never asked to be a weapon.
be a peaceful warrior
when my future remains locked in endless
wash and dry and
ache and watch.