Steve Mann

 

 

 

sunday nineteen

                      homo homini lupus – Plautus (184 BC)   

 

 

ugly faces grin their nicest wretchedness

‘will she favour me’ they think as with

maudlin haste they plunge their destiny’s

corona, eased open with defiant

negligence, not clandestinely, for all

parcels envelope to absenteeism as

cardiac momentums transcend the silver

cord, ‘not in my lifetime’ they feel, as reversing

obsequisness – bonne fide shitstream

jaws – salivates for Britain whilst they

constipate lipsticks extruding projectile, nah

nah sirens draw them into returning weirdness

poltroons when coruscating interns blag

skeptic’s atheistic ascetics, ‘no more, no

more’ they howl ‘let them die’

 

 

 

Steve Mann © 2009