billy cancel

  am a frequent flyer upon king rat

destroying much ground with     moss dull
helter damp skelter until    i get the
spark to slip from blued     screwed tattooed
wormhole like any     good bitter-ender gold
star under    playful pretense from distance
bright    to every fresh clut buzz crush at
the gates of thirst      before another send
    storm shuts us down     at rose-colored
flawed future mid-shift     have to ask what
you want
    recurring dialogue or staggering
theme   well enthusiasm radiates in me for some
    nebulous other place where
fast-moving objects can’t be
seen at different points at the
same time & juniper shrubs grow
wild on
the hills
of this server farm