Dear Brautigan.
Horror and sin
find shimmying embrace in
waves of haunting panic
reaching for free wanting to be.
Dialed in
with upsurging
overtures of angst.
Wendying a way
into a stark delectation
beastly balk
laid to waters waste.
Plunging
for love
and its sacred allures
and staring eyes with evil
in battle foreshadowing
intubational wreck
everything open at the neck.
Blame blame
sorrows deep
and put to sleep
cumulated estrange
a histrionic habit for rabbit
that can dance
spanish flamingo macabre.
And sound a muddling cry and
nigh fill the monster romantic
with tellurian incurrent
coursing through illure illure
like a winged open casket
fishing for an eye
running down the wind.
When promptly fends with
a congregate metrical glory to
catchment, abstraction and sin.