Lock up the horses
loan their cartilage out
dead child on the table
shooting dope again
Twitching your loss
attacked, again
gnashing teeth | heathen beaks
boots tossed about staying
funeral doom form defining shame
I might ask the dead child
why he went away
“Pimps and horses,” he would say,
“Nothing learned another way.”
Confiscated taboos
and sissy engineers
the kindred breath
impaled sun
Akashic fanboys
smuggling | division
feline orbital feline growl
joyous odor joyous stench
Oil their beaks
swallow their gifts
African hints at Asian clues
watching the horizon
for twilight surge