red november

The sky is full of deadly hardware

star crammed river crammed heart floors
won’t stop palp palp palping
             under the floor big engine noise
the stupid noise of this blue shred world
unraveled tipped into the burnt star universe

sloshy hort thump a zing bad bad country 
song a stoned rodeo queen trotting under
my floors tiara askew 

I keep thinking about that scene
in The Morning Show where Chris
wrote ABORT THE COURT in pink pink lip
stick my house floor hort monster my abor shun
my aborted fast blood slipping out 
of a woman’s sacred body I never write SACRED
it’s too 


sacred

big or small or big tied with green garden wire
thump thump a war in the capital city is moving
SSslip sliding under my floors flooding out into

all you beauty
all you strong
all you sacred 

women


bleeding for the land