in the dna sequence

in the dna sequence
he took her up to her bedroom

the dark bedroom

i felt the angry vision, lofts, bushes, Ditches
       taking out his toes
        the box spins
the gold sea of the infernal empire
the platinum Saturnine empire

now he's a pig farmer

        belts bleach
        i own a microphone
        & your country form-deep digging
        snow dove

that is her job for anyone lucky with orange bottles

hello girl, the setting sun was
a beer or two from his gun.