onions cooking in a suburb the saddest thing we've ever seen
in the end just boots dragged across the porch
the human body a biological weapon
bona fide erect
The bastards silted Leroux Spring
slaughtered the Maori with quarters dropped into an empty coin box
children dry heaving
well-behaved
covered in asphalt tailbone
Dropped into the quarry on a calcium rope
before essence existence
before existence Void
motherless bastard beautiful VOID
The only truth is Void
in a Mind limited to thought
VOID cradles without expectations
exotic and pock marked Void struggles to slip away from the sweating pole
passive and destructive Void... (will You organize my pills when I go blind?)
no one relates to their shadow cast long on sand
Without waving a crooked arm in the face of Sleep
