politik

she's dripping saliva to build a forrest the words
fragrant take hand; save the ruins
missing pieces and layoffs
the kitchen seems smaller
a little more bark
and four-pronged forks

we wont tolerate a bonus
no, we wont.
capitalism resides in the monastery where the same people where the same clothes
they cheers smack gaelic all green and grotesque
deep throating a sausage if you line them up make a sentence

just one at a time don't get greedy they said just one
more dollop to fill the tube C takes stars and questions the air

how many licks for a ring tone to be vocalized?

buildings and lasagna
a full piece of metal for the new teeth
to make a sound that isn't already heard

she wasn't heard
now the e-mail blasts try to remake memory
saliva a forrest all dripped in plots
the seeds are molded into cities and the towers need an architect