saturday in the park

covetous night left blood on the shrine said “if it’s clothed it is loathed but if it’s naked its mine” polyester bound to plantation chain synapse ground spent a round lodged in hood brain don metal apron domesticate the game in camo and lace blue musics to blame the sortie of song my ww3 in the shadow of your smell at the bottom of your tree the harpie said “don’t fake it leave glue on my nine” night said “I’ll take it for if it’s naked its mine.” 

10/9/21 saturday 5pm fort greene park