feel your arms ‘round me
blowing kisses at the dead
tranquility dreams
sawing bones alone
i'm some negligee desert
bodies line the streets
grinning dreams assault
vivisect agony throes
protect the masses
dream crimes committed
squat existential visions
cycles will repeat
dark nuclear rot –
you appear as one normal
ministers will weep
flayed identity
stopped him from killing himself –
it’s the small favors
saw teeth on a string
Hiroshima of the mind
dead art for art’s sake
haven for cutthroats
call in bets, hookers and hits
nonlight makes litmares