I like my urinals foul.

300 generations

my trenches muddy

encounters, however sanguine,

bloody

full moon screeches in despair

drench in horror, many a street

the sorrow

the hunger

So:

Down to backdoorbasics

emergency exit essentials

sleazy alley syntax

offscreen omniscience

..

with

coked up clairvoyance

and

backstage ballsiness

Somehow, comfort

Relativity, in theory

on the lookout

for slightest trace

of human factor

in this barren, barfilled wasted no man's land

a million to one

many prevail

I lean back smiling

I get high

Awe.

Fucked Up Awe.

(She:)

I saw a sign that read:

BEWARE!

NO MORE VIOLENCE BEYOND THIS POINT-

AGGRESSION STRICTLY TOLERATED

ANYWHERE OUTSIDE COMPOUND FENCE

(He:)

"It's like you said:

No one bites off the heads of chickens or rats anymore.. man is no longer a barbarian now..

These days you use synthetics, or an android if you don't wanna upset tóo many front row fans.. That's how you put on a show!"

(It:) "... he who seeks chaos for salvation,

also some day shall seek salvation

fróm exactly that same chaos ..."

Since there seems no way around it,

these words now just have lost all and every substance guys.

(Taunting the rim, Bartender smiles, almost invisibly)

Made it thusfar, it so appears *

must have a gift, móments at least-

As motives plentiful, risk facing fácing corners

stakes always high, these staring eyes-

out loud and lóts around

At bait, though far too tempting -luscious prospect sumptuous-

yet surroundings edgy, favour opinion in perimeter division,

when upon current setting dodgy,

given plausible penniless peril -all of this of course alleged;

A word of council, now seems perhaps, somehow in order:

"The catch may be hairy

but the take is juicy

Real juicy."

Goddammit, sure can be hard

being.. a human being.

Seems like it's all I ever do;

and why on earth, I wonder

-for meaning it must bare-

opt for such choice of words,

which only bloom & wither nightly,

fuming heavily, heavenly reek of crime?