Invalid Litter Dept.

intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies that had knocked the pins down these shoes gripped on the ballroom floor in the silhouette of dying dancing on the corpses ashes yeah, they had plans for him they had spun the last of the pimps corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips while the guillotine laughs again dancing on the corpses ashes paramedics fell into the wound like rehired scabs at a barehanded plant an anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband defected, excommunicated all pulses subverted they made sure the obituaries showed pictures of smoke stacks a vivid dissection that mocked the strut of vivisection semi-automatic colonies and a silencing that still walks the streets in the company of wolves was a stretcher made of cobblestone curfews the federales perform their custodial customs well callous heels numbed in travel endless maps made by their scalpels on my way nails broke and fell into the wishing well