Poem

(2026)

tree
rippled its effects
through the wind’s
blandbomb embossening

shirking the zero 
as it blazenly 
cums

the forthwith
had a bath

splintered 
in its frizzness

what driplets of

spurn

pathed for its
nebulence

//

bathe in this
flouted trounce

of bathtruth

it’s a flea

I wasn’t granted
flash insight enough
to make much
of a recompense

my eye was drowning

the image soft and landy

that’s what it 
being
there for

tearing down,
pulling back

the tar
entightens
our tartened
likeness

flash battery
in front of 

the pan that 
someone else got

a lecture called
nonsense

a crippling sense
of birth