wild onion fractal

The Lawrence Cycle

There is a panic inside the laundromat

    terrorists cutting up heroin
    on the dryer glass

Sharpened incisors, dark smiles,

    the private laughter of the incisors
    is what

makes me angry, seethe,

    madness of the them snorting lint
    planning the death of dozens
    teeth crushed and souls flying
    the early 21st century sky
    unborn and unmanned before goddesses
    innocents high on meth and naked before shame of orgy