stuff to the eyeballs,
stuffed eyeballs,
my stuff drowns me,
my snail-trail receipts,
my monster-ball briar of wires,...
                    

there's something wrong here.
curdled milk, melted butter,
skewered silence softly
whining
begging...
                    

Tock-tock clicking,
fumbling stumbling echoes
struggling,
struggling,
to meld into a meaning...
                    

Living the wrinkled drool,
the sequestered antique
silence,
the urine on the floor.
...
                    

Solstice....
the downhill slide,
thirsty breathing gulping,
catastrophic desire, funnels
alive and drinking, ground-mulched dawn,...
                    

Office complex #3,293,304
is a sight to see.  

Squat-square tomb, matte-grey
exterior, matte-grey...