Lost deep in the shit
without intention,
the doom pathogen
named by fate
shrugged laughing
as the touted minstrel
cursed in vaulted Korean.
I am a sulphureous bat
watching the human humm
conditional slowly shift ages ago.
The drug people are on the loose
at the roller rink with rolled twenties
and naked performers, 80’s music,
and horny limo drivers
with a diabolical streak.
Specifically, Tom Petty Southern
Accents echoing above
the stuttering blather.