1 
Darkness and death moors 
the cocked. 

And its release 
the sweetness of hell. 

Clap and laugh did they 
at fingers death press. 

Hounding the hounding 
leads to death!

2
Dooms sirens 
linger uncocked 

touches sock 
as sex 

is driven 
to its parody 

blackbird singing
little death

little death
taste my breadth. 

3 
Poets mules 
play 
kickerland boules. 

And shipwrecks 
ruin 
sought to light.

What evils! 
What errors! 

Clings the snail 
to wood
for sun dry land.

To be 
or not 
floating debris.

Instrument
of the wind.

3 
Screams 
for demilitarization. 

Off our streets! 

Get their masked 
brutalitarian guns, 

good and gone. 

Sorry 
not sorry

its fucking wrong.