The Last Summer

At my window,

A gun.

In my mind,

extraordinary sexual and living acts

Demonstrated in dark colors.

 

The scales of the grain feed

Swaying with an unconscionable math.

 

After the man’s house grows rats

to provide labels and epidemics,

One will advise you at home while you die

out of the hail of the heat,

found in water spots.

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