Sunday
Children lacking names fell in water and
became mumbles,
forgotten adjectives,
Their distant voices
hung brooding in cobwebs
like dead flies.
Television and suspicion
killed the rest of
the insignificant
little shits.
Monday
A belligerent blind man tries to catch
cigarette smoke
in his trembled fists.
words Cocaine Jesus, cut-up by Richard Eichmann
3 comments:
great stuff, richard
electric bile
stop it at once! this much better.
this is so good
all your new material is just brilliant.
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