passing sun

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.