jonny knüppel rising

an island juts
from the spree,
ravetiere tend
a smoldering fire,
the club beats on,
born ceaselessly
into the future.
what is touched
is transformed.
the alchemical grail
is a realization of
oasis from mirage,
garbage veers gold
at the midas touch.

the point—
the winds of city
politics threaten to drive
our ice floe equator-ward.
it is the time of lowered
antlers and locked