looking down
its a zoo of keys
my computer spits out
another ****** poem
quizzical brain
racing fingers
on a keyboard
with the letters rubbed off
**** in the mouth
from lukewarm
bitter black coffee
thick as stew
like turgid dog ****
nitrous fumes sifting upwards
through broken floors

from the TV screen shrapnel
the news is leaking blood again
down the dresser drawers
red puddles float slippers
and the cat licks

my poems
always writing me
i'm their ***** typist slave
terminus
with time off
to be *****
by a savage delta of images
of women misbehaving
with their *****
tonguing my face
for an occasional *******
and *** drifting rainbows
in old ballet shoes

dogs died from blue pellets they ate today
their corpses were strewn in the yard
and the mice are quiet