the hi-fi plays solace to the
granular lobby upon the television screen;
as it flickers from camera angle to camera angle
(tech step moving company,
breaking down to
a white beat)
and i *****
as a panorama of ******* spasms
discharge throughout my entire skeleton
and my pulse beats lightly, kilometres
below a curtain of bloated flesh
tonguing lady lucky's aluminum lips, i'm
pickled in sea of apricot floral: meteor bursts
searing behind goo-goo eyes
and i *****
unwanted sentence structure, that gets
caught between the chesterfield and my square saturn venus