stink and shade

all inhaled incrusted aft

er noon was will liquified ,ch

oppy lake a sinking street

chains of coughing where the

sun thrums up unveil

de-rained reformed as vap

or “disguised, even to the

eyes” )P. B. Shelley( yr feet

sluggish in fecal mud where

“Destruction played” )P.B.S.(

and an offal mouth pukes

sticky hair .my darkest

cow ,its back re turned ,farts

a thought your crawling

hand's raised to the sky

Et je ne crains que l'ombre atroce du silence

- Paul Éluard