We are found
or are we
dribbling insane parody
of coagulating ruin
in flickering lighters snare
RUSHING
through that curl of temptation
where hesitation loses
In the shadow of the mushroom we bleed
or is that PLEAD
Knowing
yet still uncaring
We Fumbled
Carefree
Wiped the sticky back seat
[parents know]
sent the result
[later; must reach potential first]
AWAY
to sand and snow and strangers
who show they care
offering semtex in white fury
[or five grams of lead]
while we;
misunderstanding everything
moan about black gold
and mortgages
craving the blessing of strangers
in lost bits and bytes
of desolations desperation
..
.