looped territorial caterwauls

and tribunal tantrums, getting
fox eyed, like desire and iteration
collide.  camel spit eyeliner.

visions going crazy, heart's curdley
& dianetrically opposed. agony in a
busted microphone.

 500000 plastic coffins and four yellow sheets
tossed into the trash. but two of them missed.

say we reincarnate each minute.
strips of watergrass named misty,
collection of waspy menaces/ minutia.



then why are we waiting for the program
to be complete? can't we fix the bugs
tomorrow when music and dance aren't on
the menu? i 'll loan you five bux till wednesday.