KEBAB SHOP STABBING -----

Thrones splashing around metal dog collar courts
cracking  blood red cider Saturday nights
 plastic melts across such great words spoken in loud silence
footprint fear the new face
another night in the false rented grave 
falling asleep-woken from false prophet praise
a knife so smooth edged 
fascinated by the crimson carpet laid outside this temple
crisp white clouds pulled up tight around
a field of bizarre salad-like canoes racing along this biblical tide

ET TU BRUTE

no applause-was my impending death acted that bad

ET TU BRUTE