surrounded by the carpet

and the pillars and the Köts,

cats, cauts, kittens.

No cats.

When- win,

Wind- does,

do’s, doe’s

Windowes

,win those.

Pains,

window pains.

Enclosed white walls,

The kitchen,

Re-frigerated ice box

With the built in meat preserver.

 

Frozen watermelon chunks and tidbits

The books,

a molin Rouge,

Falcon mosaic balcony

The view of pch

on pcp

PTSD,

ADHD,

An STD or two.

 

My study,

Red oak

soak smoke

Red thread spread

of

leather lathered scent

Brunnetted Bloke.

A Gamer chair,

horrendous mess.

incredulous dishes unkept,

unsweetened, unswept.

My bed, unslept.

The epidermis of

our poverty is

Just the tip of the

iceberg lettuce.

 

I am manicured letters,

bad wheathers-

Squirting bedwetters’

bedwettings,

Are better than

weddings.

All this, orbits,

motorists, Otis Reddings

Poetry readings every night.

In thee ghettos, all is bright.

 

Not quite right but rype,

I am now inside a space. I write-

And

Race

Mirrors paste a clearer face

Than what equates approximates.

6 by 8’s,

Impersonate your prison mates.

Inspirations instigates,

These our quarters,

In accordance

With incorporated laws.

Glimps

of my

abstract sanctuary.