how vivid were the colors
                        that now are not so fast
in the grip of grace
and it hurts to be
this horny. worse than
this wasted. they happen
to happen together
most of the time when
we get together. watch out
                                open the door
                                            get out
                        from the fog of my last
                        respects. required line
                        of the public news crows
                        hate for the state of it.
the ground floor
of the special k industry
is my new ground floor. seeping
                        up to street level
like the secret life of swamp gas;
I come from a country that come
                        to suck you down whole.