There is the awful beat of silence.
Streets have outsmarted me
and with a sigh and a fart
I give in.

Here, the mute, the deaf and the bred,
washes tabelspoons of tvdelight
down with nightingallons of inzombia

Nofour opened the book of a fact,
whomsoever staring blank aside.
That my dear dead grandy,
that is what have become
of my thinner fried I