"poison airs
we have no direction
onion soup feed and remember
magma flow."
"eleven eyes
look and kill
for the killer."
"we sell poison we know
human mean."
these poems, this poem, wants me to know death, to remember to love -- well, i swiped live, but yes love too. human love, human mean. human mean wrong all the time, but human mean like poison poison. this i know.