as my osseous
heart
     slowly sinks
to oblivion
seventy nuns
take my dreams
  and hoard them
letting them rot
       and smell
as June Bugs
create a Hell
an inlet
for all North American
Bugs
 a Pail full of tears, i've been
carrying around
for fucking years-
it's time to
let the summer soak
and the mosquitoes
    moan
as i gaze three
alligators
make way