Lovehead

The news numbs my fingers.

I drop my sandwich

on my blood spinning

afternoon walk

and stain the redwood

with disgust.

 

On the riverbed

floats a wooden shed

with the cellar door wide open.

I close it.

 

The xylophone in the sky is stupefied

by your love spitting revolver

avenging Austinites,

 

Splitting xenophobic rhetoric

blah blah blah

killing idiots

dropping them back into the void,

 

Rejuvenating me with your gun glitter.

I love you, my secular love head.