song
Grabbed, two hands sweaty
and it grabs
and it grabs
Pulling the orchestra, was uproar
the atmosphere in the roof, and
Authority swept the wax against the thing was
then, that is useless to struggle anymore
then, that is useless to struggle anymore
Pulling the orchestra, was uproar
the atmosphere in the roof, real tension
was uproar
at most pulling the strata
real tense and
real tense and
raw the orchid star their
music was up wax against authority
the roof orchestra
sphere of struggle and their music grabbed
with two hands the orchid star
against the wax
against the wax
sweeping against
authority strata tensed
right raw
pull over the roof
authority strata tensed
right raw
pull over the roof
orchid’s tar it wept
against authority
against authority
Bionote
Rob Burton is a poet and editor. His work has appeared in otoliths, ninerrors, ditch, the red ceilings, and horror sleaze and trash.