Dr. Feral Fist Offers A Bleak Diagnosis
On The Continued
Reign Of Doxx,
image by Daniel Y. Harris
Prosper (a long
decline)
Euryphion lusts at the mitzpah café,
Ritualising the mundane DOXX
Until one day KETTLE
The ritual is sacred, DOXX
And the horrific, KETTLE
Profane.
Overture: The tetrapod and Pyramid Hydraulic Ram
Water Pump stand around pondering state sponsored street art and
doughnut-flavoured vapour.
Break it down
Brown blood flecks and dead
heroin peaking shrine to blackmail hex on kin from unmade sheets of transaction
shiver kick awake afoul cut face bone exposed hungering cold tired hook for the
screen the reasons and rationale of a malnourished clinical deity old straws
busted copper rods to suck scanning for dog ends baby where are you shadows
colonising sky another night cold a prison number scratched in biro up her arm
is he pimping you again?
—Fusiform Gyrus
