terrorists & killer queens

a series of threads

hanging from the sun

are here to take the bones

from the people that we love

i saw the angels rise

from the mud into the sky

to find the things they lost

but they never came back down

a woman ate spaghetti

in the shiny bourgeoise

with terrorists and killer queens

who've never felt that needle sting

that sweet, sharp needle sting.

may 02, 2021