with words made of
the outlines of letters
but missing insides
you stand like a
silver backed gorilla
in the moonlight
pounding your
eat, shit, sleep
fuck mentallity
into anything you
can find and thusly
are the personifaction
of evil.
evil
the machine
poetryi am starting to believe
that there is a fine toothed machine
that’s eating all the plants and trees
and it will set its sights on me
and it is feeding off my dreams
of big and scary evil things
of which i cannot quarantine
or properly concieve
the sieve and the sand 