chronos feasts on his children

listen to the crunching

music of the crashing mopeds all around her

painted with the burning

powders of exotic funerals that surround her

chronos feasts on his children

like turning mango flesh

will the trouble cease

when she pays off the police?

infection filled my head

like springtime flower beds and evaporating trash

pressure in the skull

like leaking timber hull made dreams so wonderful

chronos feasts on his children

like turning mango flesh

will the trouble cease

when she pays the pigs off?