Dear love,
a life of good conduct and a festering depression under. pus nationalists cling to
the spleen well. this dissolving unadaptable country—how the white charnel ground
offers its despoiled body. rotten segments pass through the official pleura.
an intestinal consciousness. as always our bodies are slaughters in the making
historical beings of nuclear bile mesentery lamentation. in the precious crush of national arousings
we become, again weapons against the immigrated. a haunting perception arisen we
long blue animals defiled by an economy of suspicion. instill the spectre of venereal
nationalism, as if objects of calming. blood clings to the wastelands skin on the election door.
The delusional state—shiny, shiny, shiny.
