solstice eve cloud cover illuminates
gentrifier tunnel vision looking through
the man passed out shoes off
hiding behind yesterday’s coffee cup
solstice eve cloud cover illuminates
gentrifier tunnel vision looking through
the man passed out shoes off
hiding behind yesterday’s coffee cup
o these tachypsychic dreams
autumnal carpet of mulberry leaves
bring me a salami sandwich on rye
[putting on the dog] fuck you
the dough faced dopaminer called
already three of his shit truck lengths
away smug exhaust hid the lost horse
gaze wore later slinking off
out of the dark parking lot