Clytemnestra

        Sensemaya, the snake
       Sensamaya
      Sensemaya, with its eyes
     Sesamaya,
   (Nicolas Guillen)

Be such a strong fact
You would sleep
Of those I kill

Milk running over
Name a variant of “scheme”

To act not hurt

Render it barren

Nor spill dripping rain
Athene asks Turn it up

The hungry Syrians

& whose up for rule?
A labrys, the double head

An ax for thought

Carnage

Suffer eclipse
can’t see can’t see the syndicates

For want of a brain
         yet I have
without wine
succumbed
this crazy election

   Hooked the little box world

Men are stumping in their speeches

I can’t be media for want of a brain

Stains set you free after vetting
The secret pacts and deals
Go crazy with conspiracy

I always vote beside the hearth
Keep my house alive
Be not a murderer of sleep

Bloc at the feet

For want of a brainstem
The spears go free

All my arrows were the candidates

Ur-this, the ur-that, ur-person
      one who told a story, silly, too long

Aggrandizement

The self goes down….

In augury with a nuked family

For want of a society the bees run free

For want of a tibula, the world strums

Sisters elect of our wonder; a barker:
    pearls and blue beads
Cobalt stuff
    An outfit

For want of obstruction
run free

& the other one had a cuff link perhaps

will others don?

will swear?

Keep an upright way

Pancake makeup & pundits
And sway to a better idea?

Make no mistake
   When greater disaster comes
Robber is all you are

Helm of my state will not go gentle

Out of the riches, yet
mid-grips for the temps on strike in Michigan

This is not a red state
This is the city of Pallas

Alive in the estates of the father

Enough, cry hold
Arrows
& they bitter come from a mocking tree
in ritual misadventure
upon all who stroll across oaths

Hunted beast slips from our nets

gone

Won’t sleep me with me no more no more
for want of a bed

Charioteers go on strike
   for want of a whip

Mount the statue of Athene
 and her plebes

       Eyes horrible with blood
who cannot see it’s plain to see

stain & power, a powerwall’s streets

  Receive your call

In secrecy of night
spring clear for want of a holy ear

Hears what it calls to all hers

You can not get me dream,
      Furies
For want of an eye

Whimper you must
For want of an ark
You cannot get me an ark

For want of the sea
For want of my solace

A kind of school

Go Hermes
Help me pour these lustral
    waters
Or get up, feet
For want of a mother-snake

A hound whose thought of hunting has no shape

Ok, slack em
Let go, bloodshot breath
Vital’s heat
The dumb TV waken. speak severally
new more promises

In the town hall
You want plurality
Try a whole matricidal chorus
Trumped up for this

Let stabbing voice of the Etruscan

Let her breathe
A single ballot can restore a tree house

O god of the younger generation
Under the pods
  A future cruelty

Fuck land & bring your ton of hatred upon it
Tyranny not bring your bulk of hatred on anything

Civility? I promise you a void

I promise you a place
In the sacrosanct booth

Jagged loners eat the seeds

Or I’ll accept all devotions by you, citizens