Ghost Factory

David Lau

and feces smear misted by morgue juice,
the sludge of plata o plomo. Tonight
le sinthome sports combat boots
matched with total awareness.
My Post-Employment Benefits Recommendations Update
includes dinner with her.
But who wants to live here
with a left-wing Communist English Instructor?

I was in Cuba once, no I wasn’t, yes I was
a simple phone call that is available 24/7
in the 150 language macaronic
enigma-twilight of the Iraq occupation.
Sounds like the underground comet
used to manufacture clear plastic
for minimum security prison microwaves.
San Gabriel River jetty cloud break,
January tides gone sky.