John Ashbury is the shit.

New Poem: "The Book of Common Prayer"

Tumblers ungrasped,
Erupting to egress.

Every rook a refugee
cant, can’t. U-boats
bisect idyllic quays.

We’ll ladle you fables,
Knives held fast to napes.

In a weird limbo now, given that Crucial Sprawl is done and awaiting publishing and I'm already working on the NEXT book, tentatively titled Koreas.