looking down
it's a zoo of keys

my computer spits out
another ****** poem

quizzical brain
racing fingers
on a key board
with the letters rubbed off

im sick in the mouth
under-taste
from lukewarm
bittier black coffee
thick as stew
like turgid monkey ****

nitrous fumes sift upwards
through cracked 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
im their ***** typist slave
terminus
with time off
to be *****
by a savage delta of
misbehaving women
their *****
tonguing my face
for an occasional *******
and *** drifting rainbows
in a crumpled sock

mice died from blue pellets today
their little corpses strewn
on a knotty wooden floor
and the dogs are quiet tonight