THANK GOD GOD DAMN IT
satnrose
summer did make me have mail so
is to I can’t forget the glazer me of
the town ice upon somebody dusted
and me not ready to go I above and
out my house and here my day damn
this is hard shelter it wanders he fears
to walk unfrozen out of what was
brought so where storm of must pass-
es lives nothing but shall I ignore the
if or don’t be sure of a
kiss?
but that is so that track burst in
who cloud foolish but you and I
kept the sky the world leaves did
fix crowing legs I have what she had
but the search tears up the month
staggers none but I but just where
the pixie fled how deep are they
buried?
I had trust let’s ask oh but fear
so when I take I am barefoot I find
I travel the ocean more than it was
traces me from cities where I was
counted as I shut and walked to only
and in she I breeze no I said goodbye
and I care here tonight raging in
your itch I was of my a why are we
here?
hour up the thing but as with left eyes
yes only I know my talk of stop
like some do I was playing so
my lie it wound up where which
take warm and that must be where the
hurt was explained great
place!
my something dumb of the bear is my
master’s and if I was too far away I
died in the streets singing my dead
song but the nights were frosty when
I was almost the you the shadow
I so then flutter not in tight the journey
house until loyal grief he sees
on the choose though it if the house
towns walked past me three ever
such followed the underneath blooming
just like the sea floor can she
says my just blood’s thought without
love and ice?
oh what’s what we
were been crowing no matter what
the day I playing my turn and you
playing yours I am on the take not
so the let frightening on what must
have away then the last ground
flew past I marched larks into a hidden
me until top down delicate enough
through to where it all made sense
and then when I feel fall approaching
I flew not and my way was before
the people read it as
“You’ll be many of the surface
day with eyes on the
hills”
if every waking moment
was a strange first river I would open the
windows and we could see the little
mountain until no morning so bright
could tell us why make a problem
but the raven fears the gray do silence
sweet walks over me rushing heavy
light but I am one tired who has to
worry glorious look and them all
dreaming blue pluck though become
frozen and are doing what I could never
imagine?
that’s you love that’s
you and from the wind you lost
the ability to simply ask and none of my
business but I am in darting some
woman who has done wild salvation
and her image is calling she and the wind
icicles I have a cold head the
many hearted
day!
the winter speaks for you
and they are always still
down I want to hold the earth up
I slumbered off I hold you hard dew
fed and I imagine it is what broke
out of chains and you are of the very
lonely of what was within will not
to have more down be the thing under
the sky I see eyes melting the mailman
will have his revenge so little time
and in the hair full of old ice it had
to covered with snow my snow so I
walked where my feet took me you
were the dancing fire and the will of
the wind will stream down into town
it gives me trees I see slow upon
reaching without
tears?
our crow flew overhead
with dread a mere sign
and threw the thought down into
the Wishing Well then it was summer
and I heard the Bark Bark Bark
and when again the suns charged the
falling was me still it was every
true thing that I remember so the world
she is in is now mine and from now
the door cogs of night dogs thought
I believe I will find something flying
in the night now came the stars and
the heads forever full of empty
rooms I tore asunder what stops clear
and I don’t mean my
heart!
my frozen hands had not sufficed to prevent
sleep engraving my mind with
heaven’s gate and nothing I to I could do
was worth it but just hair to see
the unforsaken in their blooming and
wary of the pain I saw you see the earth
this is my this girl but finally I
was maybe honest with myself
then so I went to bed into the true black-
ness and the I unto I went to red from
I into what and the young of sin
has flowing then back it and the clear
of heart are still as you’ve trusted
as with the shared tears the words
I like are of others and how the dark
virginal bride got in here
I haven’t a
clue!
I’m not mean though this is a
tough house to you who follow
in I will not heed the will of my
body?
I saw her on the green and true
snow is so at home at your me in the
way now streets now storms but you
were there man and I was tripping
someone or something other spoke
but he has round spots I and my city
have no mercy inviting a May
blowing to storm and in so another I’m
planning on planting flowers I hope
you score it stays you go and if a
terrified love shows up at your door
with a gun you stand and hope you
know what the Hell
you are doing you came
to trick the hex door but in
a breath you want to do me tell
the melted world how your nerves were shot
Good!
I could count on your morning
it looked like a grieving fact
now they are remming and reaming
my moon flew away and you of who
sleep until the lightning she was taken
where death was the final project
and there let weeping wiser all dreamt
well but we get ahead of ourselves
or on and until the heart upon long
faith wins it is a fire a light like the
wisp my companion that leaves
and I am where a little snow knows the
me me close to the edge but to hear
from me is to the best and to fly is
to leave an organ you’ll go thisaway
and that in and one but my no come
leads and whores having must I
the moment I love at the hour of deceit I
feel too you know to look back in
grief empty for me still dark still bitter
the end cock in step the down left warm
still and so very very tried and
true but now I sun at the gate and all
are all to me it can’t be made so give
the wind no place me in a nightmare
is raging you have been in the rattling
of beds what a last find the plate the
wreaths the bells the graves we met
happy…
we went on for hours the clouds
thought clouds the will is always
but I saved sad glowing at the go
but now teardrops and peace mine and
thou in the nowhere without now most
of that with forgotten why I am
here?
the spring of what was most beautiful
I am not alone I must face an
other day how to take this a single minute
more without which I could of
have had had both the hat and thunder-
storm with what to the just do go it
has grown this hard for me this is hard
for all of us this is all against one
has the bitch of the flies so
when did will my
heart?
I’m from your them
you’re from my what say it out loud my
God!
do they look to you like
something looking back at men not
me my play my flower the only way
without which I’m shattered the merry
men escaping nightingales see
they too come to the thunder and
winter not love is what came I am on
the rooftop my is falling there just
sorrow I may say it’s found my feel
single cherry my grave in you in
snowballs why scream when the rocky
mind has come
along?
to need maybe a note I
not hoard to his warm if
gray spends in storm is for a leap
vile in the road’s eyes did you turn to
when do what I am through to I’ve had
it there oh so frozen afraid cold
lonely scared the me of you and thou
are all the pity I can take I cannot
go round the dogs I hope the hound has an
O!
the machine go out but a
gain I think with all are to the shadows
or heat absorbed and laugh don’t
complain turn away elderly refugee
it may seem to them that the war is
finished but the stony shrieked the same
you’re moving back to me I’m
tired in my disappearance is up and I
won’t argue with you best peace
and it’s your turn to have to sit that high
though the heart says will he
be inside a damnation in backwards
since long ago your sky was break
ing one my life disembarked and I
hear branches talking in the hurricane
the tired feet and odds not with me I
rise to night colors through my fell
and I weary foolish and stoned am like
the aneurysm that wanders in the
heart say you’ll stay until the sleet
will drown cold I’ll shut the windows
round my least delight and am the guy
you stand pointing at me but who
actually have God have the message
through the river but so meanwhile
reminiscing of the time when there
stood the paint girl she kissed off the
true blue and I was no
better.
I staggered on the mother road I read the
rune to curse the one snow bright lay
rocky and frozen then I could not
come near the mark of before I’m
reasonable all then go clear of me and
of my heart the rustling trees and the
phone did ring next thing I recall I
was driving and the horn was blowing my
ears were numb my love’s end
ed a covered wagon I have then to do
at once with the trying alone with
the face of the not me your us tagging
along come on it must be an evil
thing to form a full ringing it’s will
to that loves to go to be different to
find it must listen to the Howl in me
and the letters dim and seem to be
trembling you are to
“Come at only dreamt
look!”
at every sound was
evening my poor beauteous beast
the you of two heavens do take the
road that burns you in the game
world mountains soon made me joy to a
No!
and be from such early house to play
see up face and watch friend
is love following or was upon it upon
climbing further past me thou I
am a stranger and hard of finding my
laughter for it is long this run went
back from that where it’s who plays
at being faithful the wrong one has
air standing isn’t when the child
out of them night turn but this is in the
wrong song but sing it anyway and sing
of the abyss until my all is given
out and until the door is finally
opened then come back and that’s what it
[the big IT] is all about to be walking
here buried black and go there
where the white Sunday is just
one round with open arms No I go to
the cemetery where the flowers are
arranged in wreaths to shake off
this mortal coil so be it but the fallen
know I will be there and I saw it
coming it happens it happens to
everyone so thank God God damn
it!
satnrose is a well-known antiquarian bookseller, and formerly a not-so-secret messenger in the innermost depths of Capitol Hill and K Street. He has been published in a number of literary magazines, but since his reincarnation as ‘satnrose’ a couple of years ago, he has been published in EVERGREEN REVIEW, ICONOCLAST, DANSE MACABRE, COUNTEREXAMPLE POETICS, wtf.pwm, OYSTERS & CHOCOLATE, APPARATUS, GLOOM CUPBOARD, ESCAPE INTO LIFE, MAD SWIRL, METAZEN, THE NOVEMBER 3RD CLUB, STRAY BRANCH, THE CITRON REVIEW, THE COPPERFIELD REVIEW, THE HELL GATE REVIEW, THE BLUE JEW YORKER, MASTODON DENTIST, FULL OF CROW, FORGE, ROSE & THORN JOURNAL, THE MAYNARD, NEFARIOUS BALLERINA, COUNTERPUNCH, deadpaper, theviewfromhere, MAVERICK, CALLIOPE NERVE, THE BATTERED SUITCASE, PSYCHIC MEATLOAF, HAWK & WHIPPORWILL, etc., etc.
