i writher in junk
my shoes come pre-broken
and my shirts newly old and yellow

i am a tube within a tube organism
who be really just livin’ off rice and beans
and a lil tony’s
if you know what i mean

why all this effort to curate?
when i can just sit and contemplate
rotting and writhering here
like a big ole chunky maggot

junk maggot

A temporal 
Flanders would 
fight woe
and unto 
day then
coup would
blow while
doused in 
pain had
changed their
view with 
this firebrand 
a connoisseur 
supposed that 
Rembrandt namely 
would forego
symbolism today.