Swirling corpuscle androgynous overdose
dark mother in the
womb of shadows
haunted lines hit the back of the elevator shaft choking THE SERVANT with purple drops orange juice
necrotic monks eyeballing you across the house of mirrors
E-bronco
toying with lepers
where the currency smells like ham
smirking from their chariot
clutching ox ashes
FIGHT FOR PEACE they said
defensible space It’s cool
cool immiscibility
It’s cool we are separate
inside the form
used to be one bag lady in town maybe a hobo now you peek out of the sewer drain and get carnal sulking
Not cool
NO SOUL
sweat lodge from which emerged DARK MOTHER
ticklish prayers
gasped softly into
the traveling wind