legend of the Lost porta potty

The pretty people saw a symbol in a shitbox where they shat

default dreams and nightmare glory, shameful songs and obscene stories

into the mausoleum of memories we keep forgetting to forget;

and still it stands upon the dusty plain, like an abscess in God’s brain;

dare you look inside?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s