Bold big-boy patterns this year
in from the speakers worn by the believers
zinging nightmare comes in from the deep mines.
like the blackness
and the heaviness that is my zinging nightmare
come straight off the runways.
it is yellow is it gold in the midst of moneying yourself?
Or it is green my honey baby emerald.
or are you there red flesh ripped open under the pressure the pressure that presses
coal into diamonds.