“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
