Cold scares the demons

Snowy weather freezes pain

Ice drains a monster

Calamari sun

Poisoned my four ducks and I

Can’t quite believe it

Peace pipe tight rope ant

A bucket of target signs

Loose cannons spare keys

What can solace see?

Terrific samples of blood

Stored so carefully

Razzle dazzle me

Lent steals food from your stomach

but enchants the eyes

Boots worn, frayed, tattered.

Fingers bruised muscles battered.

Telegraphed victor

Establishment books
eating rice that’s pasta shaped

What reality

Tyke drenched in fool’s good
Melting to the floor in bliss
Floor dissolves in heat

Saliva goon squad
Spawn from the mouth of spit god
Slime for existence