Those screams next door, a haunting cry;
A fading ember flashing, ripping
The wide, dark, starless sky,
Until there is ****** nothing.

If I may, if I might, this old, foul rain,
I wish you would pour fast on me.
Ticking silence, sighs, hope in pain,
Please violate me... Oh, please see.

Whirring machines, tubes like snake
Crawling amidst the Lysol serenity
Broken biscuits, juice cans to shake,
Please violate me... Oh, please see.



RSV, Jan 2, 2025