dog death ruins

Out of head, dog death ruins, waling baby disappointment, get something to eat from a burning red kiosk, wagging tails of potato, walk away in another persons’ mind, a flattened face, huge black bruises, eyes squint through and past me, the lights hump the wet street, a confluence of gensects swarm over refuge, torn apart books, their thin slivers of aged treemeat sucked upon by slugs, fighting foliage scrambles for real light, a fault of vert-light, a sniff of chaos in leopard skin patterns, brow hung over from pulse the night before, twisted cave-eye scars, emotions framed by a languid pain, a fractured conversation gets caught between sliding doors, green cured lungs shout out in a animated vert, a pregnant silence takes hold and gives birth to an excreting building, moustaches crawl along lips, sweat baubles on shafts of light, neon children operated by cold hands and the smooth skinned corpo… infiltrated, vomits…