Viva los Ghetto Palms

soaked puddle sticky meat stench
eyes go flat
. Loss blinks
CRT fades to matte
hollow open cavernous alone
no monochrome plain
no blood no bone
no motorcars
no memories remaining to retain
impossible to imagine
for venomous chemical balloon
few women live at midnight
and few men live at noon
beasts and plants live at every time
between the suns and moons