To Flee Conjugation

Lugging my exploded home

And trampling on my own name,

I trek to a yearned deformation.

Imperial chaos hacks flesh,

Sends the unmeshed toward a

Capsized horizon. They dream

Of clean graphic design, houses

That don’t collapse onto cribs.

Invaded, the invaded invade

The invaders’ kitchens and,

Soon enough, bedrooms. Look,

They’re invading each other.

Shut up, smug face, you know

Nothing of ugliness, even that

Which you’ve long bankrolled.