V.

Socks for my chickens

Christmas for bears

Kites and religion

City wellcared

Pose as a nark

in a spicy two-piece suit

coathanger dark

brood, brood

my infertile laughter

my hunchback in rage

They rented dog shit for their annuals

milehigh plastercrust leafletproof bishops

ordained to fuck up cattle and combust

How can the white slime sink so far?

Peaocks roaming in a pitch black ball hall

Shiny shoulders in a high fashion low point

Gunshots in a crying rural mirror

Strike, strike, strike

you've got your legislation

looks dirty

ashgrey seaweed dogbone

bleached nailed shut face

his wishes slightly

dimly showing

even to himself,

but that's the realm of myth

of forgery,

all acertained for,

with sigil and signed,

is a grey monument

opossed, crossed by red floral appeasement.

Klick

         kill

Ballon(ies)

Autocorso, spin the gears some slower

blue-shirt

        bull neck

                 ass crack

got a pill from a leather angel

tempted by a

musclesnake

gosh, so many singlemothers

dutch van leaving

kiss my ass

'cause I paid my

plastic, hellish

overpriced baguette

socalled sun in a

greyfucked plaster

linoleum'd be quite a treat.

Cloak and dagger

coathanger rocketfuel

Ach, die Hügel, Sissi

no burgers for the fat kids

like Nazis chasing off the Autohof

to bleachdried junkies, metal heads

hours to kill

ach Sissi, diese Hügel, ach so still.