slumber is Chinese. and I am ghetto, Wittgenstein.
my eight legs sprawling into walrus paradigms.

we love the fish
but hate the WalMart.
so in a sea of punk living, we are invested
in something more than Art.
but much less than Unreal
Life.

II

you pay for everything you Love.
you have as much Cancer as Virgo….
You have no idea Why
You have no
You.

in your crystal purse of tech
your anthems
cabal.

III

As alone you always do.
something dark
is All.