lure me to the
park and burn your
bibles incursions
fits hunted the
ambushed fawn
drone butcher play
dead siphoned off
pederast vans
beleaguered by the
yawning hum of chilly
creeks in shadowy
slots
atmospheric river you
like blind mother
only fit for purple
amputation
make blasts make
bleats
coy cunning cruel
you shelter
vile prophets
we’re not here to impress people
just to look the best we can
stop the wind
and break down
again
helium crime boss
hissing into
dark pits exposed
by carnival flashes
her signature head cock
and pyramid hustle
out of the darkness
into the light return
to laws of attraction apnea hose guzzling
it’s all over your clothes