Duane/Duane

1. Your wounds are nu-skinned and slating flaking; plastic carapace is wondrous and protects us.

1. Duane works twelve hours, drives home, parks the car, and just sits there, just sits there.

2. You are a glorious house of decay.

1. Duane renders rings of ghostly light over dry red deserts and wonders what spirits brought them.

3. Do not crown me, I am too savage.

1. Duane believes the evolution of man, that beast whose shadow is protracted so permissively by the sun, was orchestrated by extra-terrestrials.

4. Your appetites are true, steady, constant.

1. Duane’s daughter is much sought after by some long-dead, befeathered shaman.

5. Let children sleep on the backs of white buffalo.

1. Duane’s grandfather made armor out of wood and killed bears with a knife for money.

Ignus Fatuus

Your dry flesh, in its slating, flaking leprosy, is wondrous and it betrays us both.

Duane works 12 hours a day, drives home, parks his car in the driveway and just sits in it, sometimes for hours, before going inside.

You are a glorious house of decay!

Duane compulsively renders images - rings of ghostly light over red deserts - and wonders what spirits, what will, brought them to him.

Do not crown me, I am too savage.

Duane believes that the evolution of man, that beast who's shadow is drawn so permissively by the sun, was interfered with by aliens.

Your appetites are many and constant.

Duane's grandfather made a suit of armor out of wood and slit the throats of bears for money.