strangled epiphanies

i throw the cards down,close
the window. not liking it. not
one bit. the razor of your sideburns
punk piercedless. cyclic, i'll call
that poetry, if you don't mind.

too much feasting on fast day.
strung and drum. the soft mew of newborn cats.
the keyboard struck twelve and pumpkinned
to the sky, moonish . conversation
whack. handlers and their downtimes.

the twelve ziggurats of zephyrhills.
no one's figuring you out, so give it up.
or hey, why not
give it up?








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self folding marble matrices
like apples on a desktop when school
was your largest opponent. obscurity
in a mad mad hangover.
the antique atomic family. this hurts your head
but it's like watching pollock after a sixpack
so pony up boy. slap some watercolors onto
a roller coaster and bring on the big slide,mouse style.
if i told you i'm from orlando would that make
more sense? there's no arguing that cat piss
makes the best repellant but marketing's going
to be tough. be sure to have an antidote
on stand by. now, the regulars all have to run.
light and dark, you two close
the doors when you're done, k?