Wikipedia Poem, No. 421

“of the demon: ¡demonio! Sumother-tongued / lengua::lingua palaver::palabra muele::muela-like / a sharpened tooth grinds as grounded / so they who can can saw::see::saw past-to-present / perfect // tense” elena minor
slow nintendo eyes hallucinate on the tree tops of war & other manly fears fighting basslines back from the castle bulwark the soldier barks playing his muse like a hard bleak nest expelling supernatural darkness ruins spring up in the suicide forest nestle his falsetto starving else blue eyed moneymonkey plays pieces of influence—the man that sings off what-will-people-think or in the pleading burn hysterical naked singtrade like unwanted pregnancies for strips darker thin apocalypse plays the big streams of plastic keep-your-shame outside super nintendo plays on a drunk’s tokyo falsetto harmonydreams with much darker musings playfully playful play y chill futuristic and tracked into oblivion people golden salted with time