such petty gods we are squatting on our shares
shitting perfect Pater' s pervert tales
in the media
wonder no longer shines through
our daily crusts
and words don' t keep their word
they stink of life suppressed in freedom' s caskets
and water keeps burning the skein of our dreams
YOU ARE READING
waters
Poetrylook into the mirror of that dark sleep of mine the enchanted circle of death-absorbing words sow the sounds that love they are what they are tomorrow in the womb of slumbering waters I remember
