a polngu nose's bridal veil
with strawberry lodged into
the cavity where its tooth
broked step could usher
cold swift facile singing
among the ripped and harried
torsoon
delphi blip wannabe
volkswagon admiral hat
swing chain timing
linkage weep slipped
now framing again
its crunch bug fete sea trancer
How depressing is Goliad?
Wine
Women
And Song
The women hate you.
The wine is rotten, and
the song
is some pale screeching along a section
of forgotten glass
a severed finger stuck with dried blood to a sill
as if crooked into a scratch
rigor
mort
is
