the drum beat goes on
like my mother’s heart beating.
upon her bosom.
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veiled halls
there is a song sung,
about how time keeps going by.
streams to valhalla.
night fright
cold wrapped as a scarf
or a noose around my neck.
hold tight brittle night.
beat root
in the trickling pipes
life flowing like a river.
red as a beetroot.
end of times
water is oily.
thicker than the blood of men.
winding down like clocks.
uncommon sense
the hairless hamster
praying at profit’s altar.
addicted to cents.