THIS IS PISS WARM

murder sounds fun 

to the untrained dog

children write on it

with dampened chalk

because i told them

a war is on

i'm waiting for an

alien to blurt from my body

i'm watching a mouth

getting hammered by fear

i used to think about 

inventing something new 

that everyone would want to buy

remove our traces
by taking bullets back
like a hatchet

what should meeting mean

in this age

it would take hours to

cook rice in my mouth

and i'd need to be lit

i'm thinking 

how easy to starve on a farm

a revolt will fail in twenty years

nobody has to lay in the swamp

this time

i don't know that for sure

if i am in the swamp and you have a choice

don't lay next to me

a dog looks like a horse

when it runs chalked

over the blown back range

from each dormitory room

where families live

escapes a chest swelling breath

to find a swamp

i'd have to walk in a direction i don't know