Ruined Cities and Icky Bitches or The war after
In current papers
News slapped away
I see jezebels
Belling balls
In backstreets
And gangways
My eyes are my news
Falling trees dissected
In emptyness
Kids with big guns
And open minds
getting stoned
After comming home
I had a bad dream
I saw brains and souls
in stereotypic spasms
after a huge orgasm
I couldn’t laugh as usual
My shaking palsy hands
had fallen off the wagon
and clutched no straw
