All worlds are formed and sealed within secret eyes
behind a wall of hungry hymns
i chalk the monk’s cue and sob in wait
It wasn’t even a squirrel
just a reflection
burning handcuffed hogs (do i smell bacon?)
jumping from the rebel nest and logging out
carp in the stream feed on our goals
tearing love and other tragedies to shreds
your walrus thumb makes the evening news
and it all falls apart again
scientists smash bum skulls
What after party?