Rye Bread in Glendale

"Oleanders are growing, ball-point, red and black." ~ Delegra Ashfield, The Infant in the Dirt


I'll bloat you
with doubtfully
honest "how do
you do's" and "it's
been a bad day".

How many limbs
will you lose?

How much of me
will you guzzle
until pricking your
gut and loosing the
paralytic, talentless,
cutter-bitch poison?

Remove me, along
with my "pity me
and ask for more"
dot, dot, dots.