(w/ spencer chakedis) 


you were talking to me

and looking at a monkey 

feeding a monkey

fruit and bread

you know what: everybody dies

in august, when no-one cries 

or in someone's cruel cruel eyes

but we are not dead 


i'd found a bug 

in the water jug

it lay numb 

on my thumb

i blew it away 

and let it lay

on the floor 

at my door