slightly pukes

Let it out, foreign voices, social work graded in the scared plastique of the mono stop, acne, grey fashion, jewellery, beads with faces in, family, memories, spend moments about her neck popping zits with my eyeballs, puss black hair caressing immaculate back, my stop, moving paving stones parading the coffins of the little war, underfoot, undermourned, recycled into play of the vertlight, timed exposure, snot, sore throat, Melbor tastes like the first time, I can taste it, imitation shoes… figures, illuminated by dark lines, stubby hand fumbles for some kind of innocence, a kind of ennui, unstimulated boredom… a drifting siren sings moonlit suns, vapour trails spunktuate the verts, dog children, feral voices wash upon pepple-dashed housing, feet paddle the air like a diseased rabbit I once saw next to the thirteenth pillar, shadow patterns of human under clusters of venting nano, wasteman pukes, slightly pukes…