Brad Flis
The Moment Saddam was Dragged from His Hole

03" unmarked car

 

New mobster avatar arrives to tell us off

including wearable weapon and face crime

but that is just the beginning of the ensign

who pulls the rope on all of our false floors

 

I am the weak gender yesteryear's quest unleashed unhunted, thought despairing not one botched disfigurment picked over. The sun appears for the first time through this wall half-salvaged and the air clears the hundreds who have spent their time here, in a line. From antidote to sentence, I have lost all power over others and I fail at helping my own likeness institute its slang over others. One coupon all I defend but there was the busline and ousted vendetta, chew mute. I'm stuck here for a lifetime in this city.