bless my greasy forehead

I am a fist aimed at nothing.

the rat shakes us and laughs.

the stone steps curse us.

Madrid explodes.

my mother cries in cantankerous sewers.

the girls run, the deer run, water runs.

the engines of hell roar.

in each closet is assembled the last Scream of  Time.

we will jump like a toad in Nowhere.

we are there now.