The corner store has everything

we’ve deemed necessary,         plus

a couple of      vagueries.      Cigarettes

with a lighter, too.      An assortment

of colors and a miniature option.

Highly processed beef and sugar

water, dyed.     Glue, dyed,     to keep

things      as they are, and oil      to move

them along.         Following afoot our

fancy, their paw      on the rat's tail.

sometimes they pick their paws up,

sometimes put them down again.

 

There's no oil,       nor glue for this.

We’ve defiled the earth for more

with pine trees standing beside us,

killing themselves      from the bottom

up and curious      at the sweat,      the loud

noise.         The eels in the river thames

are coked out on our piss and going

the wrong way.      We’re running out

of others          to blame for the confusion,

We’ve drained all blood to a slow tick.