strange

how artfield gobble you in their creamy walls and airraids as two pots
of ice tea attacks the veins unclogging bitterness and grey rains
escalators sing a new new new song. wendy's chicken crisp with bacon
served by a muslim girl but i wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait
in the wooden walls and a wooden floor creamed with a secret abyss chandeliers
dance
i breathe. you come in like a cream jacket unsoiled by snow. the fish
feels nothing like a pisces epic but starts swallowing us one by one
pulls us without disdain but we do not care. we do not move. the zebra inches
zorses dance
the left eye is flickering and the goats are let loose on the mountain as the
ace
ww2 plane moves in strength swoops flies and wipes to zero in on the chief
the las vegas dancer the storm the guitar and the angel with a hawkdove
love chief is left in a san francisco airport prevents you from falling
billions of million street lights as in condensation love stands out
powerful at matchsticks gobble a teddy bear that kills the cannible
the bipolar society is eating at each other. innocence sings a black vulnerbale
head
on fire yet the bureaucratic boxes fit into their places in coffins with cables
mashing into korea
and we pause. 4 matchsticks wipe heads...loving chiefs and pilots and cable boys