those who feel themselves dissolving
in the acidic pleasure of life
pacing venereal barber rooms
wearing tar glasses,
in a quiet reign of terror
vulvic mirrors in high
hologrammic escapes
of total whole soul,
supermarket crowds doused
with sadnesses, who went through
the green glass of an old church window
clutching at engine-greased jungle gym
scaffolding all the way quiet white down,
oceanic newspaper in grips