ary disgust



Yet pregnant with regret,

my over-arching decision

surfaces, comes through.



Mouth the words

fuck shit, piss-eater,

feign ambivalence,

withdraw.



Their intellectual leprosy:

a slow pantomime

of auto-fellatio,



a giggling

in the death sheds.

Human kennels.



Corrugated tin roofs.

Hell in the sun,

par usual,



most demonic mediocracy,



hydrochloric acid

in your lemonade.