Forced poems

I become eve

n more me or

howcome My f

ace full ofr

illers sweet

-ie-comes ho

les,Homeless

ness fucked-

me-up,jones,

pillar on Fa

ctus horror,

let’me, what

ever chores(

Await the pr

ivileged,tak

ing out tras

h Primordial

leak of left

or right(geo

usness, so l

ong as my fi

ngers licked

clean are po

rtions of yo

ur nightmare

s, but reall

 

How are your

bowels doing

?Do you shit

truth,Or are

you shat thr

ough truth,u

uuunderlying

 

The dear res

entment of n

ever enoughA

nd horror of

shitting inp

ublic myGod!

 

... how malf

easant the m

etronome ofT

icking and t

ocking – bei

ng iiiambic.