the high rattles

the wean of lifetime—
avoiding the limelight

the constriction strings of lob
a radiator for a sofa
a poor heartbeat
a marginalized adult

reshuffle, hardscrabble, uprising
of three yes-men on third gear
as 300,000 pregnant woodcutters
can, and do, attest

send your epaulets for a wash
of explosive hybridity & astringency
gas for the vast disposables
in infidel mosaic rattles

hey! backcloths die
more than twice as often
the high rattles of teen promise
die in a lingering smolder

What I’m Reading:

I can not stop a future that has already arrived.

— Fernanda Trías / Pink Slime