don’t go you fuck
don’t you dare
but it’s a busted
taillight drive
for a broken door handled
barroom and
a ponytailed joke
bowing, ejaculating
yessir yessir
alla the time
every time you look
at him,
asleep rumbling
throat after he
kicks you out
in a cold front
lawn till
the blistered moon
threatens the
mystics dreaded and
lovemakers
so I spend my
morning
peaking
into pieless windows,
wives shrugging their
pale shoulders at
empty tables,
husbands busy rubbing
one out in
hot showers
so they don’t
fuck this up,
whilst me down on
1st street
with bustop bums meagre
cuz the women stay
limber
with methamphetamine
sores volcano naked
all the praised day,
where somebody stole my
empty wallet,
acting out the futile
show yet
we still are all
afraid,
no, I don’t ask for
it all back since
the emaciated
boy .22’s bunny rabbits
howling like babies
on a cyanide trip
and that’s enough,
I think,
until the midafternoon
pederasting fat russian elite
rape bloody violent
shouting 12 year old girls
between the 14th
and 12th floors,
behind unseen windows
upon papercut carpet,
police guard says
you better leave
buddy boy,
I whip up the
chaise into
crazy motion,
leave
the jealous road
sniffing his own usefulness,
stride dejected
head down and
bent enough for to
load confidence
upon her freckled eyelids
enough to fold
her desolation knees,
it will be easy, this,
the army boys are out
of town
and she’ll forgive,
she’ll need somebody,
she’ll drop her synthetic nuclear vest
in the presence
of an evolutionarily doctored cock
and take me back
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