Thursday, April 13, 2017

Great Saints of Nihilism Need No Hagiography

 close to ooze
 let's trudge
 the designs of the surface
 seem random
 oil and pus
 ulp and jackdaw gollossal
 finally some family barn enclosure
 i admire the strange electroplating
 before being forced
 into the foggy soph and cake-like
 sloop thug garage
 and made to attend politics
 each each wheat wheat
 with the children
 their little gifts of tools
 and strange faces
 the colored canyon walls in the distance
 the gumbones of a siren