blisters bloom when time comes
red is never red is never red is never
say goodbye to the hunchbacks
it is a matter of nothing else matters
the goats eat bullets and then baa
like morning erections like menses
you find happiness in doggie style
then come fists up into the mist
a national uprising in a formalin jar
so cold and grey to utter prayers
things start to change people say
a finger draws a perfect circle in air
metaphors have that unbearable smell