How.The.Fuck
did this population come to be
ugly and devoid of useful mutation?
And I swimming up my own arse
awaiting reclamation by the sea?
The knowing of you is too real
my senseless waste a mere flicker
a mere eyelash
of tectonic bashment
something about cows.
The 0's morphing into hearts on every instance
are a poxy simulation
of what shudder auto bean.
And a wife who on her 60th birthday
would lament only my death from drinking
failing to see you
risen like San Francisco in Five Years
unblinking unwitting
the same grey.