im lost yet let me wander on
outside the city limits
into the moonlight eminence
where imagination pivots
the sentence dripping
off the dammed up void
clamors on my brow
a breath of life in
this hand carved pfief
could serve as winters plow
fleeing debt acc*mulated by
the toll booth in my heart
where every pump must exact the love
it intended at the start
cessation came to a fever pitch
her scream it broke my thoughts
and sundered choice calamity
an errant train of misgauged values
a million smoking guns