The Gulag

Where is there an end of it
If you came this way
From the mouth of the rat
Taking the Lyft you always take

From dumpster-dive of Florida.
What are you going to do?
Why don’t you quit?
Pigs want to bite you

Put little bits of you
Into themselves
And watches
But I am not a dildo.

More like the crying
Of lot 49
Before the beginning
The book shut

With shot-
gun snap
Of L’s yo-yo
The giant

Crashed
Broke
Into
Humpty

Dumpty
Satan’s
Whole con-
gregation

Kept clap-
clap clapping
With front row seats
Ripping their Tesla

pew, pew, pews

But no dice
LvcYfVr kept stunting
With Peter Pan’s
Shorts and shadow–

You know what a miracle is?
When the world becomes
something out of this world
(Houston, do we have lyft off?)

reading for broken bell the intersected loop the mute beyond the zero

z

I slapped Gabriel’s horn
Out of his hand
To play
The crossroads

For encore
Took a piss
On the Sons
Of Mas, of Sam