an all-if-knowing child. watching Guernica die.
even in a cardboard box you smell like secret history
or even something. more fragmented.
SAME OLD SHIT! saves idiots.
ahh this. ahhh. Well, he thinks it stolen
from his gnarled apartment. the boxing glove &
nail.
bring me a mobil oil winged horse. bring me
what catastrophic-white cancels
what skeleton riding, O! the soup can
twenty-seven doses of heroin on realfire
white paint [erasure] on tires something made entirely of thorns
something as SAMOs gouache-death hanging
on needle wire
©2005 by Ryan Laks
