n• a.r. • before shooting troops was cooler than hula hoops high noon wasnyour basic whoʼs who of brutal truth, hot summer gun or box-cutter slowndance, turn a youngʼn to a dozen paper dolls holding hands, and trickynwas a wooden horse pushed up on your porch so chicanery was yours tonengage or ignore, i was on the latter but a lot adopt pawns, so we carriednlawn chairs and buckets of popcorn, pass the popcorn, brawl fair, cop car,nvoyeur hawk him out his hinges, storm door splinters, clamoring about,nhammers out about to ring, infiltrate each others tribes and murder eachnothers queens, packed to the very last rafter, clung to the rafts and thencameras to capture the damage, neck swivel with a chomp chomp volleynwhere the ants leave nothing but the bones and the car keys, pardon if hisntwo feet fester, it was rude of me people, meet left and lefter, planted likena model of civility and honor for the sector, but never got his extra extra,npeace for the better but it wasnʼt entertaining, so they waited for the tazingnfrom the safety of his haven, like bees to the honey when they lumped younup, cuz bumper cars are only funny when they bump. know that.nn• el-p • tune to hellemundo for action packed blasphemy, big city translate your facenʻtil it atrophies, i let the shadenfrued boy out actually, deployed to void with grin tonwatch laughingly, (yeah bitch) pass the pʼs itʼs a laugh in, i can smell the tragedynwhen hatchinʼ, happily dispassionately patched in, alive with the menace of demisenlike “yes!” the pain dazzles men, pass the popcorn, pass the popcorn itʼs reality atnits fastest, and yet it still unravels at a pace like molasses, i guess the last of thenseconds before the worst of disasters stretch past us, wouldnʼt you agree that it isnfabulous? in the corridors of entropous wars contort drastically tilted fits, i adjustnto climates of the wilderness, walk along my spine take the pilgrimage, up in to thensection thatʼs reserved for the smirk of the coldest wintnesess, work you motherfuckersn(hooray!), thereʼs all day to die, innovate the mayhem with grace, the goodform-nfall, fuck if iʼm ʻa warn yʼall, nah... i got the front row to the greatest entertainmentnthat an angel never saw, sixty thousand watts of that raw “pull the claw out ofnthe trunk” fun, each one teach one how to club one, look at how they bathe up innthe dove blood, itʼs gonna be a night of thrills and chills where the sacred is madenof mud mud.nn• a.r. • it was a lazy day, it was amazing grace, it was a half-adozennclaymores daisy-chained, it wasnʼt daisies and crazyneights, it was an ace of spades over a waiting game of slavesnand saints, and every trainee face-painted while his greatnescape grazed and ate, heʼll never make it, when he aims henshakes, and i was overly engrossed from a very locked doornwith a couple milk duds and buckets of popcorn, pass thenpopcorn, clap clap, encore, monkey in the middle study hownthe bunker took the missiles, age of machines with nary a greennscreen, so the hecatomb is every bit as cutty as it seems, incould tell the pet from the vet, money where his canineʼs spreadnand never welched on a bet, that said, know the over-undernon your local hunter and youʼll profit off his widow-makerʼsnnumbers every summer, bump in the night, funny, will he catchnand release ʻem? has he mercy, will he hack em to pieces? is hendirty, will he hassle policeman and security breach until impuritiesnleak over the circuitry? and nada milk and honey there isnonly skulls and bunnies, that hop around drunk in the land of anhundred mondays, god damn, pop the redenbacher proper andnfor christʼs sake get this man a doctor.