Nick DePascal :: Landscape

hot wind unholy blue
spark blown to flame

imprint of bird’s wing
on the car’s dusty hood

says please wash me
body pill-pink excuses

exhausted a right mind
and well sprung from

water to imply causality
to compel compliance

ask why weeds are worth
less than gold in the heart’s

house threaten scarcity
a lack of imagination or

how consummate gentle
men consume prey the way

they do bones first feet
first breech birth teeth

thirst the desert’s calm
and faceless annihilation

woken up inside the hulking
blue shadow of a building