i wish death on powerful men

selling off dime store head

ruthless inhibition

restless intuition

hurry along and flourish

no more sleepy sounds will

fog your head

hope for humanity has been less

than iffy late LY

blood in the streets

they drip down my sheets

violence carried home

like eggs in the cardboard carton

paper bag    war torn heart

this stream of consciousness

are conscientious women

only good dead