Hazards; Magnitudes; ordinance; revolts
by Jared Ijams
these are the bricks on which we bash conscience—
i am soaked bracing ; steel wristlocks twist
clocked outside a ransack, a traffic stop. drained rage in a dead light til the clout of a barbed mercy.
now an exaltation—
blood glomming in white dust,
i am a shotgun racking; i creak gutted & break arms with you , lunging femoral; God
is like hate for children.
stained, i practice horrible euthanasia.
freedom is a federal slogan & so
cosmic landscapers fill cages locked in decadent grottos, sneering wet & everywhere.
listen to distance and whisper the shame of witness.
genocide become globe straps— a corpse with one thousand bodies—
i am an anger which turns inward, & ought to.
ignition lock— discover the eighty trophies of villainy— a howling is a hatching—
a yellow griefsmoke palls:
Let there be breakers and let there be firings—
Let there be furnaces and let there be strikes—
Let there be noons and let there be riots—
surge & carve the red wind:
i love those who in any stage have died for the good cause. i crave to be urged, (executed).
we were covered warmly, organed. i am become those who pray to coalescence.
to test doom you must see it through fire. we sucked idle nectar. how does the world verb?
i see the eyewitness washed entirely away from the axe. theodicy for the wretched, jesus with a whip— no more asking, we’ll wield
the barbell of all dead soldiers. a thing is mentionable if it shoots straight &
stands tall enough to see. gold passed through a bulb of deep water. succeed me.
jared ijams is the name of a congregation from california chaparral which doesn’t believe in triangles. their theodicy is wretched & their eschatology is indeterminate. they hope you enjoy.