I like badness. Don't all the really good
films have the word "bad" in their titles? The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Bad
Day at Black Rock. Bad Lieutenant. Baadasssss! The Bad and the
Beautiful. The Bad Seed.
Evil's another story, a story
whose orphan narrator is misery,
married to pain, son of suffering,
sibling of spleen. I have seen evil.
You have too, so you know there's
only one way to get rid of it.
Retrieve the ragged dagger. The night
is just weak enough for insurrection.
The Rinsed Messiah
They are come—the men who rue infinity.
"What is the function of the empty mountain?"
ask The United Dreck of Amalek.
Flâneur! Flâneur! Flâneurs of rinsed spirit!
Paparazzi apparatchiks from the Kingdom of Dubeity!
What percentage of eternity is this our earthly life?
The hard clouds breed insolence
into the fruition
Who is Deep
the return of the
analysis by paralysis
much doodoo about
Induce me Induce me
There's a uterus in your future
Bill Yarrow, Professor of English at Joliet Junior College and an editor at Blue Fifth Review, is the author of Against Prompts, The Vig of Love, Blasphemer, Pointed Sentences, and five chapbooks. He has been nominated eight times for a Pushcart Prize. Accelerant, a new full-length collection,is forthcoming from Nixes Mate Books in2019.