my alcoholic astonishment
of backward brainwork
with characteristic coordination
take your daily drugs
with an extreme equal
of fulfilling fluids
for a greater glance
of hypnotic hallucinations
with our isolated ice-hart
we can’t justify judgement
those killing knives
and lingering letters
our mothers made
we can never neglect
our ordinary outside
and prentend posture
with a quiet quiver
of restless remorse
we sleep silently
and we’re terribly tired
which is an ugly understatement
of vulnerable visitors
of this worrying waitingroom
for an xtremely x-ray
of a youthful youngster
in her zombie zone
