Archive for October 8th, 2007

“and the horse you rode in on”

Monday, 8 October 2007

a bone lies stripped on the sidewalk
surrounded by nations of ants
under orange streetlight moon.

Another night shot from a cannon,
your innards sucked dry,
what’s left
burned by radiation.

the little girls dress like whores,
it’s logical, they were taught from birth they
are nothing, pumped full of filth
transmitted from glowing eyes.

they will never be nothing,
the ants will carry their bones
and yours
to gods waiting underground
as the next evil night waits in the shadows of
urine dawn.