McKinley Road

[Southern Scarab]

MCKINLEY ROAD

On McKinley Road, the devil
waits for me with eyes
and legs open, ready to devour
what should first be fried Confused me for a moment, until I thought about it

on the asphalt. Your glossy
screen, your glassy green Yes
(but artificial) eyes, I like it, but it also feels redundant, and somewhat beside the motif. Yet, I like it.
your burnt to beauty skin -- Swoon.

somehow, the joy of finding you
alive summons lightning
that strikes the golden shower tree I love the imagery, the terminology is unfortunate though
from which I hang. How the blue

sounds like hounds. How the priest
dipped us in the Jordan to our death
knowing that gills should sprout
from our necks. How we rest. Faint.

The last two stanzas absolutely smacked me. I know it's been said, and I don't want to fluff anyone, but this is very beautiful. There are a few turns-of-phrase that lost me, but only for a moment. There are others that could connect together a little more smoothly I suppose.

Thank you for the read!