Ennui

Ennui & a touch familiar the ghosts of slim naked Greek boys men who put a beer into a belly that is dead one tree is like another, one hill the dead spit of the next it is the time of statistics, when all is become billboards, sound bites & flash the moment poetry slips into embellishment clichés set my teeth on edge, make my skin crawl, my blood boil, put a lump in my throat, a pain in my ass why does that strange inland sea make no sound? & row-lives when the sniper aims to window the brain w/bullets