to not show yourself as Mongol will
in awe to trace splendour’s serve, in one transcendent clear throne textile mill
Power saw the lie slice the apartment, for she is triumphant and speaks to
contraceptive pill
Power is to trample the earth encounter, growing when you go to sleep, the rate of
expansion
will be addition, and everyone claps little space unlimited funds in the mansion
after along the clamorous faction, with the secretary of the interior, the surgical man
and wife
Power is the chair of myself to do… to verify the coalmine that eats the blackening
stains
removed forever 2000 per year for the next million that knots archaeological remains
Power is opening a can of whiteness and its telephone booths and radio brightness
that still makes faces along the rock along the grave several tethers of tightness
Power is neat hooligans heroin smoking in balaclava masks
while white women wear callipers and Burberry bras
Power is your GF cock sucking in disabled toilets after hours
outside the strip club smelling of cigarette tar
Power is & Power are…
Shane Jesse Christmass is an Australian author. He edits the journal Queen Vic Knives. He’s also a member of the band Mattress Grave. He also firmly believes that the future of the word, the novel, will be in synthetic telepathy. His writing is archived at Lupara Publishing.
