New Baraks

O bummer,
I cant get with that.
Gotta keep it quick,
never miss
so I send it with a kiss.

a doomsday dummy, dressed in soil
earthly and raw and fragile as the turned up
lumps of the till,
on feet rising, teeth chattering, yalking and bilking
and sending missiles out of not-so-ordinary eye sockets
so
sue says,