A life, called off to flame
on the top surface poetry pizzles
out anaesthesiologists
exit gates gardenia-scented
orchards then sickness union
100 flacons to minimise pain
imagine this happening
inside the Russian Imperial Courts
to the same creature day after day
civet rooms at the HQs of luxury brands
with extra-thick doors
preventing it from seeping out
polluting the rest of the building
glandular sac in the genital area
with a spoon after the cage door
pressed down avenues are shut
sonnets on sonnets gentle euphoriants
punishing the songs? out
rampered hurt to what
curled below the hedonic zero
go back to the start cruelty-free beach
pain is what the person says hurts
drone burnouts copulating
bottlenecks 808 DJI Phantom
rings antinomic softness trapped
watching the meaning
of loss or injury &
pain is what the person says hurts
