Nov 4, 2014
POX - molina cannot save you
[dedicated to prison soup]
so the fields
are furrowed brows
of downtrodden
accountants
like pitiless
witnesses
to thievery
upon stone top
a pox a pox
on all landlords
and bored housewives
potting plants
i’ve a mouth
full of hammers
and a one eyed lady
in the sky
____
no molina
he cannot save you
nor can the sniper
asleep in tower
the big page
remains blank
is life worth?
we all repeat
like deep cleave
in shallow lung
fossilised
on shop counter
and the sun
a hologram
a one eyed lady
in the sky