Chokeholds on my belt of explosives go up lace, and for tanning reasons a mud-
welled smokescreen floats other people’s grinds half a century forfeited.
Often I park my car, want sleep and even yoga. One day skins the daft twilight
an antenna of animal skins. There’s absolutely every reason to remain convinced
fire counts minds getting paid to do it.
RC Miller lives in Metuchen, New Jersey. He is author of the chapbooks GORE (Calliope Nerve Media) and A Large Retailer (Ronin Press), and maintains a blog at http://visionblues.blogspot.com/