Shakespeare would hate this place

who threw all this mod over Michaleangleo
while royal enghishmen spit wine and espresso at eachother
like wicked children fighting over the bigger stick
queer corpses
living the life of men that make lots of money
and spend it
everyone’s obsessive compulsive when sober
marinating love in the rain
becoming a disorder
and as the dew settles in on the morning
jersey landfills look beautiful through the right sunrise
what a silly thing
left in the night