Regard the welter…
Splendid swelter,
the drips and drops,
brain meat spasms.
I’d slather you in weirdness
and get roasted. Mantle, cold,
reflecting grime.
Which one of us is a grimace?
Thereupon the wash your head
standing overbearing flight of red.
Marble fade. Foliated term
the use sculpture metamorphosed refer.
You and me, hypothesized.
Single sinew strained.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 