it must be that the twilightzone has split open
+those GIANTS peering over the town (did u see that episode?)
a couple in a 1950’s convertible roll into a quaint
town it is empty even the kitchen drawers are fake
well those giants loom overhead as i negotiate with
bureaucrats for my old mother’s freedom in the
nowapocalypse LET MY MOTHER GO! my voice
all moses +shrill *(not the 1st time i have tried to free her)
CHOMP CHOMP now deep inside the stinking mancavity
of a giant it smells of moss mingled with fecal +oldcovid
about to be shat out? birthed?
or maybe i’m in Woody Allen’s sex flick inside the spermatron
where i am about to experience conception fer chrissakes! it
smells like salt + tastes like slave
..born into this..into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes..
born into this..pissed on by this.. made crazy and sick by this..
(Charles Bukowski Dinosauria, we)
Fall 2020 ..autopilot is your friend..