ye of shiny hai                      r & compass;
                                          skull  detract­or,                       erector
set made of                gum *****                  invisible hands       
       we are the Cambrian survivors
fellowship;                           the                              elegy for Trump's u                  
  immigration policy
                eight M   artians are              
   still                             alive ou         *******          
the hills         are                  red at dusk & red                        
                                             rubber lips on a                   silly blonde w    
     ench
bright orange at        we are them               dawn

are the                             souls of the           wasted living; as powerful
community                                   standards;
                    I haven't           seen y  ou since
ye of the               old golden             ***                                 I began                ye are the o                 O               love of my life           to feel like a reptile  
              in the palm of ur hands                     crawling on Day Two
repeating u& u                     said what is love
I didn't                                  understand;
cream-filled blondes
            falling from the                           heavenly rafters