Junkies in wheelchairs
claiming to be The Mother
roam free inside the cage
depressed saviors and
early-girl visionaries canceled
for front-running the movement
of acrylic homeless carbon nuns
a fungal chit with
Super Multiplier
thickening
the mage to will
tiny bodies
into creosote
The night group crying for hours
to die dreaming of
a turquoise ghetto
reborn as a shadow
that never appears
underwater and overboard
as the potent works
melt into sand and pain
dub chambers
panty raids
chocolate Thai
and pandemic rebellions
every turn reveals a back step
and nothing ever starts