MONICA FRANCISCO-DEKAM
Chirp freakin' chirp Winged bastards of solitude
MONICA FRANCISCO-DEKAM
I am the Father Of mirth and shadows Dystopian Despot The Arranger
MONICA FRANCISCO-DEKAM
My inflection carefully inspected My name is bastard The b is silent
MONICA FRANCISCO-DEKAM
Supremacy manifold proletariat fed Hung like suits in a closet Dry humped and brushed clean Pressed and euthanized Submission

Deposit Bag

You make me wait

Make me wait

Make me wait for you

 

My treasure in pockets

Bulging immeasurably

Inexorably

 

Dragging my foot back and forth

Digging into

no wearing the pavement

 

Down to a parking lot

Mis-striped and cratered

Cracked and patched

 

Gummy from this heat

Crickets keep me company

Chirp chirping taunts

 

Keep waiting

Keep her waiting

Fuck you for waiting

 

Their engaging enraging little tune

Chirp freakin chirp

Winged bastards of solitude