Kali (Addiction), Daniel J. Flosi
We arrive bloodthirsty & in search of her. A globe
of gnats surrounds our procession of ripe death; lobes
of rotting rosecorpse adorn our heads. We have been down
this sweltering road for days now, screaming
with desperate need & devotion, her name. & have
gathered a band of white moths & flies flickering
like a flag of nations. The locals hide in bars & cover
their eyes with rust. We take the farmer's daughter
& wife & sons & let them drink our Vin de Noix.
We dance to the rhythm of the cymbals of despair
& chew on gunmetal, we chew on ink sacs & spit out
prairie mountains to graffiti the town with her name.
Cicadas scream a wake as we make our departure,
lazy with desire, we make our way to the next town.
Daniel J. Flosi sometimes thinks they are an apparition living in a half-acre coffin within the V of the Mississippi and Rock Rivers. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in Prometheus Dreaming, eris & eros, The Closed Eye Open, The Good Life Review, Zero Readers, and Wild Roof Journal. Drop a line @muckermaffic.