HawkPunk . Poems by Henry Kanabus

I stole an Autumn fly from a spider web in my front yard to feed my treefrog on the 18th of October in the year of 2016 Yes, Al I am still alive I was high on synthetic opioid... Put your warrants away, officer Joe the dope is legal (prescribed meds) and the land is mine Two yapping dogs from the perjurer's fenced pigsty confronted me like dying rats I drew my sheathed dog-whistle and blew them away with an inaudible {to man} insect sound                        a pissed wasp, lets say The day was overcast with low nimbus clouds "It looks like rain" a farmer would say I heard that only one time this year "we could use the rain" a woman had said "Are you a farmer?"  I said "No, but we could use the moisture." "You mean the humidity." I remembered a day when it had rained in the morning for less than an hour The rest of the day was hot and sunny with the liquid stench like a...