in tawdry imagery, I wondered

a shift in the shadows as he entered
like the din of a single huge machine
whatever the fuck that means,
the boy also rode with tumbled locks
until a sea mist fell and the land was finally lost 

a hot little circle of such rib-crushing love
with less surprise than he might otherwise feel
its accompaniment and its opposite face
i am to be the unwilling chorus of this tale
on the vast absurdity of the cosmos

the beginning of the ripper's killing spree
she steps from the prison's entrance and blinks
"you be sorry you don't shut your mouth"
a thousand pieces of gold for one smile
all was still for the night

shoo her in, darling
shoo her in

outside a cricket screeches like there's no tomorrow
still a long time
let me sleep 

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