BYE-BYE

In the shiny girls' canal
we loved the gangster
stroked all ways & for this reason:

[in her happiness]

force-fed, stuffy
hands falling down the drain
sickness gushing salt

[a natural outlet]

down the grammatical ladder
tumbling inside unbreakable

[our fixated]

behind the curtain
brains organized by thud and battery
sky of Appliances

Trading love dogs, you explained.

Reddish Sure, Baby
sorry Bloat about
you