there’s an addicted head banging reverend with worlds in his pockets in one ear
a sudo mountain moving lsd enlisted sword wielding samurai in the other
and a tiny naked white bird barely hovering over the dark water in-between
trying to hold it together with a wet piece of dental floss

like the taste of a sick carnival
rainclouds bored with belligerence
frantic black beauty housewives
in need of relieving disgorge