recalcitrant/shrine.

victoria you shine, kids put your
fingers in your ears or any other
techniques turning yellow in this
bleachy morning with its tricky &
provincial antiempathy.. boasting

like the bold rivulets around the
trench, all my defences eradicat-
ing the twenties and i am so glad
to burn your money, next i should
spit-- mathematics that show us a

docile future and gang up like an
outsider orthodoxy, pulp the pope
bloody his nose reuben, immatures
and miniatures and cruciform heat
shimmering off blacktop in oases;

remaster, up on the trust, places
beaten & molten by hard, poignant
cold, just to establish the front
of continent prelude, washed-face
candour and the ultimate splaying

surf-- rizla, riffing like titans
in the chaos that came to set the
teeth on edge, and the juices are
moving in the foreground distort-
ing the abstract of intragenerat-

ional scholarship: are we putting
anything in our pockets? desiring
to survive, model united nations,
smoke stacked like crimson smiles
and inanimate throwing procedure.