Wednesday:

Still a witness in waiting,
All fraught-up with meaning,
Still haunted by unwanted hangers
Over.

(New Spirits):

“And the bottle is proclub
And the spirits is proclub
And the label is proclub--"

Friends!

Immanence is imminent!

Repent!

Cells flood, walls fail.
Bad chemistry.
Mitotic asymmetry.
Why do you hate us so,
You organs!

The next day it’s the newspaper.
And nobody reads it.

New Spirits Proclub:
For the livers of lives.