Spoiling for Darkness

We await

certain arrivals

with dust

and needles.

Let it come down.

Lord Bastard,

Roy the Boy

and 

Big Jack Alaska

approach

the west

glimmertwined 

and spoiling for

darkness.

Roll out 

the fucking kettledrum

and 

trumpet.

We will uncoil

an uprising.

We will enter

with alarum

and 

car crash confusion.

We will reign in reverb,

absolutely enervated,

threading the shithouse oblique,

ecstatic terrified 

and

falling through an 

emptiness 

thinner than air,

chained 

to our own 

vicious mole 

of nature.