flash-dissolve cut to another empty frame.
slap the wrought-iron fence locked around my brain.
fee, fi, fo, fum
counter-strike kids chattering pidgin tongues, lame.
taste your own cum
lick it up; smack your ass with a broken cane.
nothing lasts here.
ask my grandfather what the arctic was like
its melting, dear.
the sentinelese stick my head on a spike
laid down when they spared the first fucker they saw.
all i wonder
is whether i'll die by thirst or by thunder.