Beer and mathematics

Pleasing zone, I rub you in conversation.

“You won’t sleep at night, my voice right next to your ear:

I need you. I need to fuck you all day and night.

I’ll convert you into my sect, put you on a strap-on 

and make you rape my asshole.”

You occupy the space as a demon, recklessly swirling the wheel against the tree.

Flames secure  a win in a tight  grip

Flames andthe  crumbling sounds of a cheering crowd 

Things that matter, the norm is a broken window

A glaring stare  at a  turning head 

Welcome to the foundry. 

Your fame aside, a suitable climate for the garden

The area was ready to be swamped by sealed baskets of fresh prey.

Fresh prey, fresh prey, flesh to be butchered in a playful way.

Earnest insistence from the other corner of the room 

wants to voice an opinion. I owe them.

We came here to defend the process of your case

Elapse the days of the brown leather shoes. 

They vanished from the lodge, and we worry about their absence.

And it’s not a matter of fashion

Investigating proof for coincidences. 

The suspect is trying to wiggle out of the contract.

In his defense, a moment of regret after the urgency for shine and projection, greed, trends, heat, and confidence

We spotted a bag of broccoli in the refrigerator. 

And a damaged record in a repetition: “Your hand, your hand kept under the woolen sweater stolen from the drawer, the congress..”

We witness rubbish scattered around the hut and a helicopter approaching us.