Camera—Broken

Die with liveliness

Rats with wings

Come back to consciousness

The young flower girl at her wedding

Burning with your coin cough

Water calling in the sirens as you blacked out

Bagboys murdered birds enough

For old trees to growl about

Seek out fragrant ashtrays

Cast fake blood on the snow

Pack poor women betrayed

By the letter O into jars of the bungalow

Dying bodies left in the rain haunt you to surrender

Yourself to start over