Now I’m lost…now I am lost. Last night i heard lepors, flinch like birth defects, it’s musk was fecal in origin as the words dribbled off of its chin, it said, “I’m lost……..now i am lost……,” Dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils, cast in oblong arms length. The hooks have been picking their scabs, where wolves hide in the company of men. It said, “I’m lost…..now i am lost…….” Are you peaking in the red ?
Perforated at the neck. What of this mongrel architect, a broken arm of sewers set, past present and future tense; clip side of the pink eyed fountain……“Now I’m lost……now I am lost,” it’s been said, long time ago you’ll be the first and last to know….you’ll never know….you’ll never know.