distraught troughs; we eat pigs for breakfast

bodega babies buy their milk like cigarettes, a buy-one-get-one
commiserating with the cowboys

they in for a bootstrapping backlash

all neon light dyed exclaiming
"Yes! We've paid our electric bill!"

ain't like the service to slow just when the crowds surge
a voltage powering off the F train.

they ride the steed to the waters edge where the freaks make waves towards the sand

i've always had a soft spot for the biblebleeders --

Quran, Torah, New Yorker --

all pealed in and peered in on

Monday; AM
How Do You Pray So Hard?

I get tired 

of believing 

in silent lovers.