sketches of an empty hotel room

[birdparade]

her mind is a rabbit
that carries too many karets
rolex (to)
kotex (oh)
no sex

overzealous revelations
skirt the possibility
of exploitation from a
foreign market

HARK

I hear your
angels cry for
release
from this measure
for measure their
song replenishes
pleasure
long
forgotten...

but its all rotten

they are celestial sinners