in my heart
there is a
banquet of
oboes
my mouth
is a gated
community
of mongrel dogs
i am making
a fist of
feathers
with hammers
for teeth
i am swimming
in an asphalt
swamp, my belly full of
blossoming stars
in my heart
there is a
banquet of
oboes
my mouth
is a gated
community
of mongrel dogs
i am making
a fist of
feathers
with hammers
for teeth
i am swimming
in an asphalt
swamp, my belly full of
blossoming stars