“Scum”
Go back to your basement
where nothing evolved
sink back down into brackish waters
warn your evil daughters
and everywhere I revolve will lead
right back out again
to the same dreaded circus
the rodent hole, the chapped jeans
sent to an anonymous vampire
with moon dust on his pointy shoes
a crotch full of lead
crouching flowers
wolf rain, the man made of murder leather
wakes to wait, holding his flame
neath your chin
my memory of you
as a mummy in the desert
since you have no money
put your heart in a cage
address it to a speculator toucan.
nicholauspatnaude 
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