"As if aiming without aiming.
As if maiming the grounds
keeper and then piling up the pulp of internal
systems,
dyeing them
As if maiming the grounds
keeper and then piling up the pulp of internal
systems,
dyeing them
then
trying to sell them to the highest
bidder on the black market.
This market will collect us all..."
bidder on the black market.
This market will collect us all..."
from the poem Peristalsing Pistil, by j/j
hastain and me, appearing within the NEW issue of Bad Pony
partake of more HERE - https://www.badponymag.com/november-2017-poetry/2017/10/21/juliet-cook-jj-haistain
