this is hell

This is Hell

We trust that you have been benefiting from your first

worry over what might be happening to

this exclusive club of the experienced, to which

not wanting to be too close in case some hissing horror

in a comfortable little house at the south end of

a many-tined bitterness, with each sharp point tipped with

a sense that there’s something outside the frame,

had come in, smooth and monstrous and desperate,

damp and blackened and steaming, and most of the roof.

When the Manhattan Project group exploded their first atomic

bowl down in the center of the table.

there was a low, snorting, snoring sound from deeper,

a good listener—which meant you kept the other

wearing a white cloth mask to avoid aspirating any.

It also includes archival audio

and the knowledge that they weren’t listening.

The gates of hell are opening, and you are my plus one.