Gone Like Rot
The shelf breathes in Nigeria
your flight is late and better yet
right on time to fuck in ancient terror
got a pretty good haircut
walking into the citizen’s institution
cocaine cell phones on blast
like phony magicians
I am pregnant sickened and open
digging into transference
punished by dawn light therapy
questions spray pushing
pixels in a ho dod
bag funeral gave you that
grieving pixels heave suicidal
expect the spontaneous
washing with milk jungle
neuropathic necrosis in four
screws and the kid holding
avocado quarterback
cobra slums