Chainsaw Echoes: An Ode to Mark Lanegan

Slate-hued rain

muffles chainsaw echoes

& outdated prophet eyes.

Serial killers midnight

ride, unable to select

victims. Dungeness crabs

hoard faded Wobbly

posters. All emotions clouded

by crud musk & swaddled

in beer-soaked flannel.

Thunder moans & anxious

ravens. The sludge shalt

avalanche after we strip

the earth.

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