WHAT LOVE MOONS OVER THIS DOORWAY CONFUSED?
What pain rends the sky's shroud so dark
O long riva without ends (amends)
rift that repels forever and today
a broken beginning why postpone what we know
is nothing but timeless school to a fool
to periscope your many hearts and pick mine
scattered on dinner plate of years to come
conquered by danger's fear I munch ma being
dancing in God's stoic penumbra
I've watched ma self
ma pen (ma mother)
And criticized and talked to ma self
again
Why her?
The fool's question lingers on the lips of the shovel
To scoop out compost warmth of society's venoms
And then
Gee
Its fair
One is to 1
The radio from Naziweek magazine
fluttering like butterfly her pain of insults
beatnik hammerz the Hun
Definitely
is this the end?