Kerri SHying R # 491 - stuck darts calling for attendants

waste the money    easy as   the time

no obligation   in the air way   the calls

keep coming     people    gelid  have no

doors     I’m thinking of the blowgun

as a weapon  in my    impulse jungle

stuck darts  calling for attendants

I  leap    crumple   to surrender

someone   hear me   it’s the inside of

my head    see the others    go about

renaming    colours    let brown turn

into white     art   sell it for a song