Adrenaline shots,
supersonic; glum superstitions,
reverberating – hot
sweating bullets inside a Tommy gun
firing dumb decisions.
Blurred memories,
smudged names, smeared faces.
Obscurity; a putrid mask,
masquerading, rot-
ting insides, sordid capers.
Sunken expressions – unbothered,
bleeding into a stony face;
red rock inhales dusty space;
coffin dodger,
deprived of breath, being distress, making sense? more or less?
Eyebrows cliffhang disgraced.
Loss and win
a holy sin.
These fat nothings
are wholly thin.

