characters at a mall ... and down by Lincoln Center, sits a wonderfully new pile-up of bicycle tires, used. and she hears, from within William Sonoma, "Wrap me in muscles, Uncover my gums
Clean pink snatches." From garden variety, "panty hoes."
Children of a storm salivating over birdbaths, these are rough, disgusting toddlers, to her.
Dear God, she prays, Empty the pens of livestock, Prance on them
Slain by sugar-high, the over populated pigskin princes and their princesses
prance on the empty pen
livestock slain by sugar over-popular princesses high, pigskin caps, peak piqued interest, liquidates, re-ennerviates machines.
usd gamblers, cards sliding in and out slots like lotto, like penises, like pennies in a tollbooth to relieve their reminders of their livid long, suffering families til turmoil takes them home, aware. for the first time — of their addiction to getting which they knew they never wanted, to beget.
slots used by gamblers slots used by gamblers machines melded in time co-ordinate, points on a map, combine, considered you mine, to mine a depth, dearth of property, inane owner of inacceptable interest entitled to enticement, the saliva of your bird, your bathwater who is rough and so easy to disgust? you, or who i take you to be. i know me, i know i am a toddler, too. torpid array of inter-locking looks, hooks, crooks who write books never selling the ounce of their soul most precious, so that when it is weighed against a feather, they fail. understand again
room to breathe in begin again, I beg. a malfeasance unlike maleficence.
another life enters, ends and we all pretend to know each other well
a death