a dynasty was born, it came with
feathers, wings, glory.
many are washing tar away.
faces are screaming. brains are waffling.
seconds build insecurities.
most eat rubble, fretting the
longer lines, so much a well inside.
the shadow wailing, so dear to
livid, an attack on politics.
mental scales, legendary Jerusalem,
crucifixion Africa.
to laugh insanely, skills lost,
skills found, voiceprints, gin and tonic.
toenail to sulfur, palms to prayer,
deaths to resurrections.
effervescent pills, down south
pills, evenness as a social pill; to die at life, much to judgements, chasing
skies, as if substance.
the faceless woman, in a faceless
picture, winning as a faceless gem.
—common pigeons,
they might speak or write fire, but talent remains invisible—it is more about
the dreaded word, “networking”—
—to cut with curses, divorced from
existence, a mere sparrow made immortal—
deep delusion, muddy ashes, sentiments
dripping mucus.
russet wines, knitting ambition, the
dying nemesia.
