Your guru sees you a black neurotic dancing with mickey mouse and the drum thick tickle of cowardice is neat in a crowd innit neat in crowd coward
And how they had loved her
And how had they loved her?
A merciless indigo corner store social kind of hovering kind of genocidal love yes that’s what it was genocidal love so much the calliope kept crying behind the fine spilling d n a heimlich the music kept up like crime scene knuckles and the premeditated obsessions of people who call themselves adults sick people and how they had loved her how had they love her
Guru good rug a scuffle a scaffold
When I told him I was leaving he said well you better think about it because there’s no way back