Humming Miter

Force fed bodies into empty rooms Long burnt plastic waxing moon Ebbing ember wanes and shrivels Flows weakly as ceaseless rivers Bellowing hoarse, into the wall Sea of dead eyes, waking rolling Carapace drags, on and on Shell of a shell, on and on Folds of money pass through my hands Just as quickly to another’s Don’t question your own self worth Accept that you are fucking worthless Crushed worm under the foot of terra And here I am, lacking desire Bellowing hoarse, into the wall Bellowing hoarse, at you