Mercury / Hammer Of Thorazine / Casablanca Poem by Luke J. Holt

(from Spires of Ill

I.
Mercury

the guts of a tuba
silver before you
in tinny drips
confusing to nerves
fearing toxic contact

II.
Hammer of THORazine

pound the wildlife
from my salty water case
holding a meddlesome knob
wrapped in bone
set on you
for unhealthy weeks
shut out my lights
so i don t have to
i never asked

III
Casablanca

FOR YOU
a curtain of angry gunfire
is my idea of suggesting you board the plane with Lazlo
you never planned to regret it
not even tomorrow