About Conor Harris
Poet from Boise, Idaho, angry at the moon.
1: Movement
germ
the new battlecry is /break/
up /break/ dirt /break/ pressure
the ceiling is not see-through
it is rotting wood and green dyed cotton
and it is cracking
push
crowd /break/ your city-slums
set fire to the road maps /break/
burn the intersection
where hate-harvested mephitic
doubt is sprinkled in potting soil
and nobody notices the screaming
the silent roiling earth Continue reading
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