1960s newspaper clippings and teeth hang on a string—Like a book of life

I’m in the kitchen with my killer
Picking all the teeth out of a mouth harp
Cigarette-ing a pen
Calling Black Fire to prayer

With the mouth harp prepared:

Ladies and gentlemen: we know what you all are not doing.
Mainly you all are not leaving the universe to its childhood.

A church signals another church with mirrors and nose-drips
The spirit-world up and starts murdering city trees

Our psychic re-break
sleeping-in-my-car Sunday chores
allegory of new hard…