______________________the
slaughterhaus is skinning instruments
the slaughterhaus is high—-------baby, them kites
are lookin’ up at me.
the slaughterhaus is playing symphonies, and, yes!
my dreams do absorb into yours when you sleep close by.
when we’re helpless, absolutely,
and vulnerable, completely, to any extraterrestrial communo
my stomach:
they’re all there—-------all the regulars all
the messy brawlers and their talking button-up
vests. ______________________all
the holy terrors of early-morning recollection, but
these people call it late-night.
they’re there—-----speaking with lies and smiles like
they believe themselves, just because of the way
they said it.
i’m leaving to avoid all this____________________.
