Belial doing as much these
days in that he shows up on
shirts and album covers
another bum like Luke
and here you go cross-selling
independent films about Baltic
settlers in shame referendum
how do pastrami police close
any cases in the wintery throat of
ol’ thermal France no one knows
not even calmer gods borne from
hurricanes of incinerated shame
and hope
them both gone forever and
now we can begin our yards of stone
spilled into sacred leads
settling on forced lawns
like Henry Moore I am
stocking the square with
pinball machines
cut up femme psychics
di Chirico
sublime carvings
and elk rib with sauce