last germ sold
10k
lowest bidder

how come he couldn’t go up

from his
country home
in the ruins
he runs off
backwork and
grit teeth

smooth against his her of
a well
adjusted design
to suit them
viral cords the placid
screams when he
hits

off shore
a bar
raised over the deep
glass fishbowl

sides burn
hard
laugh
sides take pity rides
to the bus station
forget to tip
watching yuppies swarm
depots

read their papers

was in for one hell
of a
sick trip

knew it

called in
asked to get
a higher markup
fewer staples
one last sip before
the middle wore out

from the door’s clothes line drag
see an empty vaccuum known
for trading poison

but she was a friend in baltimore
can’t say i knew her well
but knew her shady spots still &
it wasn’t all bad
the bell hours but the clocks
that would get me

sometimes the last serving
others the taken first