the electrician's thick luggage

the blistered wires tre

mble in your wall a

blunch of inslulation slwallows

“cocks of gold” a sting

ray rises from the toilet was a

cloud of afterglue “said your

armpit fork” MEAT MEET

METE )half the voters clay(

if guns were voices ,tongues

burn in the switches I

aimed outside the fuse

button

buzzing target

mute and flaps

against a curb

blooming and snored

was dogs lay down

dreamed of children

dream of children is

leaves swirling on

steps a crowd

pushes talking and

yelling the wires the

dream of the wires is a

sunset snake coiling in

the east

))eyes sting your explanation((

The past is an extreme of breath

- Retorico Unentesi