I don’t give a fuck 

who you were

the credentials

the centuries

what you have written

who has been smitten

brazened artichokes

vegetables left from

consumation

I write for the new tribe

children of peasantry 

those left out of come get thee

thee thee thee 

tea tree

life 

kabalah

Cabal

men and women around

behold the pale horse

statues built in tissues

of blood ridden fairy tails

I write to derail

entrails

go though city blocks

grids

hearts

cleaning agents

like liver

worse

I mean what’s the worst 

that can happen

eat young die hard

meat destiny

beat manifestos

copulate 

with little dragons?

What’s the worse that can happen

alignment?