How perfect
the mermaid who’s never sung.
So aftermath
is not being, how brain toads –
How many
reasons expect to be held?
Because this
is an empty room with monsters
Sit the
fuck down!
Hands over
your heads!
Think I’m
fucking with you, pussy? –
Think I
give a damn about your
Allah?
I’m wiping
my ass
with the
sheets of the Koran
I
confiscated –
Ain’t
nearly as funny
as those
toilet papers with jokes –
Get it!
Look down,
motherfucker!
You ain’t
worthy to look in my face –
Can’t even
spit, make me so angry…
I’ll fuck
you, I’ll fuck you -
All day
and night, wanna know why?
My boss –
he orders me to!
Set out a
bowl of water for the imaginary dog – at month’s
end, it’s dry.
Restructuring
the past is much easier than structuring the future.
Seen
through crystal amidst yellow wintergones –
round yet
sharp, like tumbleweeds – also brittle.
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toward or through a mirror; retract –]])([[
Fickle-minded
shit-head bat-brain self…
reefs require
management! –
Came to
shore unscathed
in
increments – like honor –
Eating every
third day.
An idea of
reality removes from you that which we think
my Death
friend,
deaf friend,
last
friend –
dear
How even
hatred lacks its distancing morals –
more natural
than unnatural
less so than
supernatural cold afternoon
starlings out of whack
flying upsidedown the day’s explosions
One of those
almost virtual worlds
digital
fermenting lactating –
A singer
cries a crier wails
to you and see:
To
under-estimate the ghosts of your longings –
‘between the
sheets’ of the moment
like some
transient withering before you –
how forced to
reason falters.