Writing a poem, which is normally conceived of as a vehicle for beauty, in order to create something ugly is a challenge. This is what I have so far. The style is difficult. I tried to use an urban voice (Boston), but it’s a written document. The spelling should be in SWE, but I wanted to drop certain words. The previous version was more poetic, but that seemed wrong. Between the horror theme and the deadpan, apathetic voice, it would be strange to wax lyrical–but is it a poem at all now–or is that the very point? No place for sustained beauty in a jaded world. I’m not sure whether I should add the last two lines or simply hide it in the circles letters. The implications differ.