blood-bunny lays on false face
alone in encouraging corners
halogen burns —it is relevant to observe—
spanish communists hidden in
bowling bags and electric
teeth gnawing at gates of dawn
soon we’ll all be frozen
belly of lake coronavirus
deep unremarkable remembrance of celebrity
superstition swirling around salon
breeze transfixing artificial and drunk
do i hear guitars preserving structures
of hierarchy and dominion? every authoritarian
framework has to prove it’s capable of suction
while we’re building our homes like brilliant immigrants
we sense somewhere tense pastel pulls of
new logic should be particular to development
instruments of spirit in-world — sing for poverty
then lie bricks and masks and final
immoderate stars
