go to Alaska
weep layers of bloody hips
we are plugged
in even when we
are not & why
can’t sewage be
romantic, since
reflections can be
found within its
oil slick and the
smell is no different
than breath in the
morning or
death
the whole world is a wasteland so grab a corner and fold this earth into something neater
sky is freckled, strangers
share whiskey & therapy bills
banjoes in background lunges
against loft walls thrusts of
confession
the truth is: love can only be mad if strangled daily
this _________ likes to
top from the bottom
this _________ cross-dresses
only when lighting is right
this _________ is a tour guide
through graffiti swamps
grab a needle press into forearm that has been warned get high on evening get high on largest state in the U.S. have threesome with Arctic & North Pacific & Bering Sea
Mad Rush 