romulan ale - Milo

Bilking, cribbing, weightlifting first feelings

Ministering protocols, going on ten years of «hold my calls»

Yam-yielding, into losing something

Sky, I’m doing buttons, want plaster for the glory hole

Forecaster and morning-colored smoking jacket

Hoarding half-hearted hustles as hobbies

Spare your spread, scratchy boundaries

I kept hearing cloud bursts, drawing Hendrix in particular

Curse victor who don’t consult with history

Somewhere in Sector Z6 Romulan, hmm (somewhere in Z)

Wanted for war crimes including orchestrated acts of sedition, hmm

Including orchestrated acts of sedition

You be tripping

Hmm, cascading star sheets, continue

Perfection is a haunt, stuttering to get it out

Like w-w-w-w-word is bond

Set it off by disagreeing with Laconde

Quickest way to get on is lick upon

Fuck a text, fuck your gaze, fuck this mass absurdity

Geiger counter in my hand, firepower in demand

Said, «Sunday, go to meeting time», the geek seemed hesitant

To tweet, read please, freedom from rhetoric

Fascism is fashion disaster, the tavern master

Pointing me to Gideon’s law keep

Like «There's Zwarte Piet right there»

Right there