Z particles & summer morning rain
Ron Androla
i am always bursting whether words, blood, feelings,
hair, my ass feathers, my
impossible feathering, my
exhaustion. exhaustive cum eruption coating the
razor-blades scattered over the sheet. piranha
snapping up thru a jar of mayonnaise, eating
thru all the mirrors in the house. amidst the
anisette of sex
dogs, cornfields, & rain
i sneeze across the universe.