the sound of

stillness reloads face of moon on monitor
smoking hatchet grass that clocks've notched
half-assed remove her from this trance remove
the glue of those've passed on legs too stiff
to stand de-seated and defeated cuckoo
under nerve-ended klieg lights bobbing apples
of voodoo towns plugged into consciousness
a whiskey monocle feeling screwed
whirlpool of sandhanded sadness