boiling heat, creeping bugs,
what's to run? with poisoned sun
another rest, for they have best
the thoughts crammed down my socks.
biting pepper, spitting zipper,
may i see? beneath their tea
bag the goods; for privileged hoods
don't run denomination.
piping dream, splitting seam,
farewell bing... light ne'er find
bagging sheet; unplugged teat
left blankie so never frankly.
blarring horn, seething scorn,
wearing hide... rotting pride
in the ink; black hole sink
my time to blinding rhyme.
