grocery story bought spanish horses

sun breeds like republic degrowth politicians
foaming orifice kisses awake at night like drums
adoring the storm drains where the diamonds
sign where mother raised me like casual haunting

missing person always in love with the next posture
of the first song, the last song, the first musician
knowing who needs to hear this, altruism unreturned
where your heart claimed to have been on spanish horses
riding to the notes of the unreturned bassline quartet
the memory does not set among the resonating skin