Although I know you meant it
but couldn’t live like that and eventually started
throwing up stuff we didn’t put there.

Laments nearer the barrel imagine your presence,
but you are gathered within a residence of rented music,
biding your time till your father’s trial. Even you don’t know

if he committed the atrocity alleged. All those boys, all those clocks,
how come nobody saw? And if they did, who exaggerated?
That’s suburbia for your worst explosion, leaving the bloody centrifuge Continue reading →