Whispered in the public school bathroom…
“Shadows of eggs frying, people yawning and coughing,
all permanent castings on the demolished brick.”
On the wallpaper
That surrounds Armageddon.
Whispered in the State Capital bathroom…
“We have leaked secrets from newspaper veins.
Turns out the public is acquiring transcendental enlightenment
by staring at the black-mold in their rentals!”
Of purple eyes
Winking rational lust.
Dances like a bruise
But sings like a scar!
Watch his waddle
Out to the Gallows
Where ornaments swing
Like pendulums in the wind.
The last chokes of slaves
Echoing to the Golden Eternity.
And the filthy
Clean the mud.