The trees are still screaming, Kurt Loder, and you’ll never convince me otherwise.

Big brother number two on loop and Joe Camel on the hour every hour,

Sinking into inertia, doing nothing but questioning the accounting of amounting into anything .

kick push and kick push and kick push again.

Carving Pussy Riot into the bus stop bench and wrapping a Mike Kelley premade in gold leaf and unleaded abasement.

The kids are alright so long as the seven inches are buy two get one GED.

Sleeping it off in august Rapid City and gilding the limpid lilly in Waukegan,

From this duct taped grandeur may be mortgaged a slimming abject grandiosity,

why fail better when trying one’s betters’ patience works so well.

You might’ve had to have been there.

Good gracious it feels to hurt.