Caricature of cannibals, and capitalized
nomenclature for paralyzing pathogens of the psyche
punctuate a day's closed-book dictation. Broken xylophone folk
and collapsed lungs conclude another orchestration of confused indifference.
People fly. Weeds grow. Animals hunt. Then billions of people start wars contesting
which of these happen when, and for whom. One more cantankerous fuck exorcizes his fetish
for 'c'-words on a polluted web community he pretends to be part of. And begin again.