This poem by Mike Linaweaver appeared in Locust #3. Visual artwork by Anupam Roy.
more and running death music
again and no getting
bloated people wandering their promises and woods
they go out to narrow the harness
oh scarecrow the wind gone around the guillotine
and a lived to death and a life to kill a village
(that’s the worst part of dread)
I’ve nothing for treacherous windows madness to silence sleep
these endless nights
snatch up my dream of masturbation
youth sad queer
Anupam Roy, Exodus, 2020
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