Make-up smears on rotting cheeks.
The tiny circles she makes
with her frail fingers
reminds some of the elders of the old days.
Atomic bomb religion
I started in my basement
we pray to the giant silver god
that soon he'll take us all away.
Neon red lights in my window
floors are covered in old fly paper.
We roll around in our
seizure down time.
The cow headed man in the doorway
points his finger at me.
Now it's my turn to be sacrificed
take all the pictures you want.

12/12/2009