Unquenchable sadness
Tastes like anger
When you ask God for a drink
The ripples on the surface fade
Into the stillness of November
Approaching another round
So that the evergreen sheds numb
As trees are dragged to the curb
Like closets rattling cedar
hangers hollow
Questions stacked like coffee
cakes
Stale and cockroach eggs for
sugar sprinkles
Teaspoons scoop the
cardiovascular nugget
Into summer rebounding like a
concussion
From the player’s skull against
the field
Sleeping is vertigo and all the
skirts sway like death
Halo’s in the bar lights of
iPhone illuminated cheeks
Kid in a doll house; adults in
the theater
Treasure was a jester scepter,
nothing to be but eyeballs
Glancing out at apparitions for
the substitutions
Of wanting not and feeding nil
for the inertia to hope
For legs that move beyond the
blown off
Napalm and eggnog, lace cookies
for the eunuch playoffs
Glad to be ousted seeing the man
hang her ornaments
The boy in his arms that has her
eyes
The girl that lives across the
hall from the boy that has mine
Jumbled jungle and the farm got
too close, back mouse to the city
Before the cheese jams his throat
Learning to sip and talk to a new
bartender
Paid for beyond the tithe
Afraid of abandoning the silence,
but it might be time
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