Politics That ever useless howl of the heart. Anguish buried in awful sound. And the river rises once again in the gleam of corrupted desire. The still living stand on hills in the gloom of defeat, watching, downcast, hope a flickering taunt from beyond the grave. Fat vultures cruise overhead as the water deepens and […]
Paul Lojeski: …is coming as sure as the last sunrise. stand still and listen to the breathing of missiles waking in their hard-skinned silos.
Paul Lojeski: No such thing some might say. after all, what’s new about it? ushered in with all the same drunken rituals of every other “new” year that bury the previous year’s fatal mistakes and brutal crimes.
Paul Lojeski: I’m in a big box store. Cold concrete floor. No heat. Full of old people scared to death.
Paul Lojeski: Once more I begin to crawl towards a house in the distance, a house already in flames.