at last i’m back.
hungry morons haven’t eaten
my soul yet internet hasn’t blinded
me institutional lie after institutional lie
and i’m still up on my
feet slightly wobbly after last week’s
fall down the gutter into the
drains stupid fucker tripped me there was
malice in his swine face and i
fell so deep into the suburban waste i
couldn’t breathe through the
browned newspaper clippings and
browned lawn clippings and
empty cans of graffiti all swirling
down the drain with me enclosed
in my own
pale limp self
