:::

 

A hayrake in the ass of your question

the bird box must be taken care of

day out deep day out dive

goosebumps tilted like canned food

and the old og stands roaring in the kitchen

the tunnel calling the tunnel's toenails

the sound of a train from early morning

to late evening and through the night

green soles rock

the naughty soles of the feet rock

the inflated fame of sorrow

asks the taxi's tears deep

up from the puddles rise shafts

the underdog's crying diamonds

fall like rain on the floor

the desolate screams from who knows which leader

crying the pillow full.