the ideologies of coma
procreated by totems of the Arabs T.N.T
bouquet at windowside.....
her drift
of skirmishes
that crave becoming of air

this other world
opiate in the eyes
inner self semblance

usurper ladies with claws,
then too weak
for cinders...
powder,
talcum of lotions
adorning fleshly feminism
my tigress
nails battle breed
sustenance in modalities
cultural of African adjudication
she is not completely desolate
but absolutely mesmerizing
hidden in robots that ferry
decapitation in the eruption
of man made thunder lilting

detonation! in fear of a step endangered
floor on the arm, the winds voice corrodes
shocked parts dissemble
a fall from frenzy exerts
this loner now, this casual deed

experiments its extradite never cautions
fodder early soil nutrients forces
part ways storytellers go forth and personify
the enemy, psyche deter whom
rabbis become buzzard to devour the little sprout of reason

fragments chaotic upturned has bridge
lucky to refurbish partial
cosmic-soup other side of post-modernism

reveal clavicle.......... reveal phalanges

horrors.....ballast
then from this trance
she awakes dragoon null
soul tiring, the shock value
of life support

for the death dance
helping the unification of all roads
insomnia of sort asleep