Reb Livingston
Finite and Fortnight
Boys are so cruel
coal crushing Martians, rope humping punks
store these jars, a bare season cometh, don't mind the boys
they're maintaining the order, poking holes in bicycle wheels
innovating their penises, splendid little stabbing machines
this is where they bypass our love, fuck from windows
never return our binoculars
it's time to flush the medication
it's time to wise up
the boys whisper this is what I miss most
it's an honor, it's 15 minutes, we're dismal
pigeonholed, shoveling coal