cracked china mug
in a greasy spoon cafe,
is this really the
american dream?
this embodies the lie
I exist as my limbs
fight against their daily
routine and move like
treacle- a penny sinking
to the bottom of a
water jug. geometric
patterns for eyes
are ignored, like the fire
burning inside
(but let all be damned
to hell and back if
your fucking property
is smashed and ablaze)