dropped right into it

dicklab | hijack | pheromone | bastard
jetlag | beebrain


and glib as charity to its mark
my scrawls scar screens my fingers
slur some keys

only the inept economy
of input servitude
can save me

and how else can I blank
the tumult of existence
the terror of a smooth world

the universe explained
I can’t believe
any of it

from door to door a thousand carolers
and all I hear of their shrieks is sub
woofer quakes

our lady of lutruwita wakes
her belly’s on fire her time has come
for re re re