Dostoyevsky’s epilepsy worsened after the mock execution

I saw children in the dirt yard        children in the sprinkler
Buckets of children      jumping through snatches of smoke

I saw a quivering dog in front of a quivering body of water
          his backend sunken still

I saw a cloud of love bugs collect over the boxwood

          which smells like cat piss
          and the trillium that smells like skanky underwear

Dostoyevsky’s father so frigging nasty brutish and short
          murdered by his serfs

And something Cioran penned, I can’t get out of my head
          No one can keep his griefs in their prime;
                                          they use themselves up

Wherever you lay a dead snake its mate comes to lie with him

And another thing: Nothing and No One Is Bad Forever. — Willie

People get jealous
          not a damn thing you can do about it, she told me privately

          Mother/daughter fall partners
          Did they cook the books or what
                                                                             Don’t ask
Nobody here for spitting on the sidewalk

I am the seventh child of Sister Rose. She put her life in JEOPARDY to
        come see about her son Aaron. A God-sent woman, born with the
        double veil, foresight.

Wherever you find knots of men
you will find the charisma of violence

American as pie

Poetry     time     space     death

Leaving Transylvania     light yet

A gaggle of teens in front of the E-Z Mart     the one with dollar bills
pinned to his T-shirt is Dino’s baby brother

Is it really your birthday or are you just fooling
 
          MOM     LOVE     GOD