The streets were hollow

and strewn with hail.

I had my soul thrown

through your doorstep

by pallbearer hyenas

snickering in shiny suits.

You were puzzled by

the veiny wallpaper

and the rivers that coursed

between rooms.

The ogre who carried your silks

wore my face upside down.

The cups of froth

on the windowsill

began to foam and flowed

across the deep fake grass rug.

I clawed synthetic minnows

from its blades

and brought them to your mouth

for you to taste the electronic lake.

You spat electrodes singing

in my face and made a paste of me

to bless the dark material beds

that sink with galactic fissures

stretching vagrant space.