“Maniacal losery jaw-locked with peeling teeth re-using the cooch of heat rot a rejection of speech with the cosmic boomerang cuts to the eye and sullen with the swollen hemisphere slouched in a minified vermillion lustre turning unwell the insipid crawling of air with anonymous zest (relishing life) in platonic drinking dens” I used to write poetry on the walls of bar/club restrooms. Not anymore.







