Submerged insight.

under the cover of darkness the hum 

at the terminal of flickering eccentricity 

black light vendetta insight the submerged 

problems ignored like the blanketed pigs.

language lacerated at a theatre chair 

ripping out the anethasized dream 

of wisdom you can’t regrow on 

metallic kidney.

if you can tie me down to the shrine 

don’t forget to book your shrink 

And if you need a drink your probably 

Not for me minke.

in the morning Im busy eating vowels 

cotton clouds staring at luminous jellys  

tracing my skull for where the arrows.

Scrapped my pen lined brow.