The fibre-optic cable was seared. Across
An ocean sound was compromised—
Static fatigue, sonic boom, nerve-scratch.
The body was chalked and perforated, slugs
Spent, brass casements on the road.
Eva’s paws bloodied the blinds.
It’s the essential story: Men who
Go too far then bore you in a bar
About stories in extremis, those who barely
Made it—heart-blown, arthritic, brokedown.
The republic is a mythos of
Clowns and self-pityers
Too-muchness, rock ‘n’ roll as verb.
To chase war, shoot bottles, brine in sauce
Fuck your brains out
(is that desirable, even?
I have nothing interesting to say about this.