Like tractionless wheels
spin in place and throw up mud
the perforated lung
thick smoke presses down
it’ll be phoned in
bogged down inertial stench.
Decaffeinated law
the mud makes motion low.
What about the young
what about the young rats
decapitated dog
domesticated animal
bigmouth strikes again
burnt at the steak house
motivated sludge
ensorcelled hibernation.
Last legs. this is just the lag time
waiting for the other shoe to drop
felt you trying to help me
but you only cursed jewelry.
what’s this dark miasma? what is this foul pestilence?
What about the elk
what about the…
decapited dog
domesticated animals.
The stagnant water builds
sleeping sand less days that took
a broken rudder ship, buried in the shore again
buried in the couch forever
englaciated state of life
obsolete machine
no more chances left.