MY ART IS BASTARD,

Bastard.

It’s my sneaky strategy,
to foil my sneaky Plot.
Walking through the holy fire,
in the middle of deaf sounds.
Wet thumpings
click
swoshhh
It’s the time,

Bastard Loves,


To drip in wet forms
to become silver wheats
on the skin
Of

Greedy

men.

Here you can continue your bastard journey .