There are holes in the Ziploc bag.
Snow coated.
Breaks in the lines,
Sparking electrical wires
Melting alpine peaks
And itchy noses
Cut with methamphetamine
And the surgeon’s
Favorite razor.
The poets are scratching,
Shitting poetry
Bearing teeth
And grinding needles
In mildew corners
“Shit stings brother”
In that lavender pink
Codeine sky
The sweet thick stink
And an oasis of empties
Christ on the cross faded nausea
Tarnished Silver 