the early morning
heat distortons gave
an ominous feel to
a stringent sunday
as the clothes spin
in a psychotic ode
to cleanliness and
the occidental fear
of abstract divinity

the goddamned words
swirl in the swill of
salt ringed dreamcatchers
hanging limp in the
humidity where wonder
is a wrinkled regiment
of recycled rejections
and a fool cannot pick
which poisons he readily
ingests only to greedily
consume his intrinsic
doomcycles into oblivion