Stevie McCabe's Diabolic Blog

Events, Songs

Cellphones in the Rubble

cellphones in the rubble
dianophonous gems dimly glint
theres a house on the hill
where everything is mint

dimly lit – state of it
the whole place is seeping shit
like a seeping sleeping shift
shifting piles at a moment in time

radar weapons track fecal matter
in the teepee the kettles boiling
the cow is coming HOME for milk
the sugar cane juices like its had an oiling

Leave a Reply