high profile convert

"...I swim with sharks. They mistake me
for relatives.
We have nothing cold in common
but we glitter at each other."

--The Motorcycle Betrayal Poems

"Frothing gabber-breakcore might be one of the last frontiers of good taste."

cancersmell no less than acetone
illbient in ello tempura
stained, dusty concrete walls
on which i write
persnickerdoodle dandy
bug jack jumpin'
loose papers by the roadside
hazy shade of windlass

i did not even, at the time
believe in that survival
having read Level 7
having pondered it long
those thick steel doors
would only have shut me out
with my IQ & polystyrene cars