OR cut lurE
1.O!
that unthinking thought
hidden?
then tear each cancerous page
from our memory's journal
thought driven
from within
don't we nee tha there?, them earth
quakin
wishing
conditioned, soiled
in fea
2.R
"take it up from the ground, hydra-
headed pipeline fill tap top ulic fluid
right off from the earth's crust"
tight worn water gray pant suit
then from somewhere nestled in greed
basil soup stain shiny shoes he goes
"three and a latte" heartworm splatters
like afterbirth
born backwards and subtle
(beneath currents, between monoliths)
of carved earthworm clay, sculpted soul
into worn water gray pant suit tight
shoes stained hair slick
"nothing tastes like it used to..
...i can't figure out why"