The group is alive with influences
renewing itself again and again with necklaces
of disease and inscription
auras inside of auras
of flies leave neon sheets
of xeroxed information on the skin
new edits unlocking
precious fever
the sleepless texts bending
bodies to the alphabet
as they strut
and slap hands together
In the marketplace of white chalk
everything talks
there is flooding
and reeds are growing
hollowed out books float on the water
carrying drugs
candles and blades
across the border
handfuls of punctuation in our hair

-Barry Johnston