but the leeches will only protect you
from the something that you forced
to disappear
the concept wept in the rain
stark confessions to the Summer Wheat
their sun filled voices undulating
in the warm air the fever dream
attributes listen to the cranial menu
STRONG FIT
type
fondled by the acid seekers from Fickle Hill
they gibber in joy
their manhole eyes plead for some sign
of understanding
THEN pray
to ancient natural spirits
pulpy redwood domicile
the crystal would ignite
the pi vibration
known to explode
with organic light
