Dionysus sits under the neon sign flashingO-P-E-N in a multicolored rainbow the night smells like Busch or Millerit’s cheap and too salty but it keeps flowing like a pee colored river down his throatuntil his eyes are bulging from their sockets some smeared lipstick daydream with her facepressed against her palm, thoughtful, almost pensive he…

during the warmy papaw saw visions said the ground openedlike a mouth to eat him fire and brimstoneletters to Helen lost in the flux of bodiesin foxholes scribbled eighteenon the listing order to fight in the battle of troywith Achilles he won a purple heartpulled a man off the frontlines and the war went onand…

the farmer wakes up earlyhe eats his breakfast late the morning spilling likebroken egg yolk over the hills in the barn, his dirt bike sitsunder a brown canvas tarp it hasn’t run in a coon’s agethe exhaust full of chicken feathers he’s traded in the open roadfor the neat pattern of a garden the smell…

Apollo slouches in his pewtired from the touch of familiar strangerswho bring apple cake and baked hamlike it’s medicine to the broken hearted the body lays in the dusty fields of early summerworking tirelessly with tractor and disc harrow spitting up the earthteeth eating, not only dirt, but quiet fleshwithout warning, there is a blood…