where are the clowns now I killed them
a nascent wish or two twelve shelved cherries
ground to dust father’s fevered heroes
the men debating gods in the bread line
girls girls
the heavenly form sucked through tooth sugar marrow
I beat the streetperson with weighted gazes of throttled thief
fong mouth split by heroic forces
candid communication dour long pine smell
emanates from the hole at the end of the counter
split encounter
terror in triversity
camps at conflict immerse
Gondwanna secrets left in aeons of mantle