The Endless Love Of Hatred Poem by Stan Petrovich

the needles
it is a city in california
named after desert peaks that fly upwards
and pierce the cloudless sky
the cloudless sky where i encamp & listen
listen for some shore that is nowhere
to be found
in lieu of that there is my torrent
another camper singing cowboy songs
that i cannot stomach
there are enough things to stomach
but i feel i'm being followed
by critics
of the moon
rising on my paltry plate
the moon is indifferent to my hatred of mankind
his wars & tubthumping & guns
there are too many things to annoy a sole practionioner
of dry climes
& all the dunebuggies
can go to hell
as if hell were not there already