A theft of landscape
young neons glowing in hunger
under the sky
over the city of beans and balls
Reclamation of committee created vapidity
and mixing it to their own loud and fast and sweating illicit substances
Small rooms of totems and spiritual guides
smelling of sex and semen
and the liquor that flows from behind every door.
Hakim’s TAZ brought alive under the eye
of artless dollars.
Father and Son
Out of their element but craving alchemical polymorphing
gold for the future of grey wastelands
when the Charles runs foul and buildings blot the view southward
Oh dreaded Cronus who devours all children!
Dispatches From The Decided Apocalypse 