The backlog in the
bloodstream is crawling out the dead-meme
Of what all this
is for; been round that river current and shivered
Drenched in the
cold stops of DWI roadblocks
Facing the police
flashlight to the pupils, asking “Had anything to drink tonight?”
Lied to the
officer’s face, “Nothing,” ‘Sure?’ “Yes,
nothing.” ‘Keep driving’
Crow on the wire,
swill in the belly, forgot to piss on Sunday, got to be at work for a long-Monday
Pour in the
whiskey washing with the empty sailing waters that see no end
Leaves falling and
winter crystalizes the ice, no paddle
Get out and walk
holding the saddle with no horse, pack this back
Luggage and a
decade stuffed coat rack of suits and ties, boxes down-sized
From mansion on
the hill to rental rapscallion mortgages
Charging two fists
for a middle finger extortion to wet up the lawyers
Knock up the
coughers to vomit in the parking lot of pharmaceutical scars
Of bones and
debris mixed in with the cigarette butts and chicken meat
Exculpate to the
marrow, scoop out the drowning sounds of conquistadors
Finding fresh
grounds of coffee slurped up pantomime being alive
Put on the fresh
face for the dolls and the morning drives
Pull into work for
the drudge and the toil, pay at the pump for one more guzzle
No nuzzle, no
sanctum, just shakes from the detox of old towns and roadblocks
Ask me again and
I’ll lie to your face; yeah I’m doing ok
The garden is
withered and engineered to the seed that barren soil is plentiful
In this desert of
need nothing know-how and do nothing some-how
In think-blink
mad-cows herding together brain disease viral powwows
Terrorist attack
slams to blow bits of hoof prints from the sand
So that no one can
see that the congregation ever met; to disguise this was just one set
Strutting in
circles hour after hours pushing clod to mud contemplating numb
Stop the thoughts;
clog the draught from zooming the throat
Until there is
absolutely nothing left to emote
Because daddy is
weird, or at least that is what daughter has been told
So I told her, “If
mommy says I’m weird, then I’m me and I’m weird, because I like being me and
I’m a good person.” Because I am strange
and awkward, uncommon and stark
Out sitting on a
field away from the parents lined up in the soccer field heat basting
I do not want to
be them gnawing on cud, six stomachs and nothing digested
See me sequestered in
the shade, reading, watching, listening, saying mute
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