Conversational Oikosoverse

"they're desperate for a solution, what do you got?"
"what is the situation with the hole?"
"more product placement will fit in this spot."
"final, finally, menthol, men, skin, skinflint...."
"let's make another mistake"
"let's not."


Walking lines and rectangular spaces
finishing sandpaper wraps the heart
manners smoothness flawless graces
like black widow lady's delicate laces
spinnerets dance a ragged chandelier
as each beat abrades it slowly erases
circling tragedy is where we find art


a choo-choo train the SS dragging
noggins knocking on the ties
til every little nazi cries
torching fascists into cinders
drain their blood out over winter
hang 'em high and let 'em dry