Did I believe I was a good man? We all believe that we are good, to some extent. As Pope, I did what needed to be done. I disappointed posterity and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Remember Vince’s saucy smile
as he tonged them from sizzling grease?
Each plated on its own square
of paper towel? Remember the pics he sent?
He was known to worship
women and at the local temple
where Pullman and Rowling are forbidden
for suggesting magic can be yours
and salvation isn’t from the gods
cows walk on the serpentine ramp on the way down to the slaughterhouse. and shauna says he was not meant to feel anything anyway and
shauna says she still sees the yo-yo man sometimes
Blue turned to her partner in crime, wig now precariously askew after her hefty gyrations, and with an exhausted breath said, “Well, guess our job here is done, Anita!” as those still waiting in line took their next step towards their destination.
Eventually, the podcast I was listening to ended. It could have ended hours ago, I wasn’t sure. I looked down at my exposed midsection to see my belly button almost popping out of itself from the lack of subcutaneous fat to shield it.
“What is poetry? And why trouble yourself with it? I’m thinking of the UnderBridge values here. You gotta ask yourself the essential questions. Can you eat it, hack it, fuck it, or steal it? If the answer is no, then why bother?”
Revenant, your reflection glows on a gold shield in the tombs,
Though you still hide like a wayward shadow concealed in the tombs.
What a dinner party we have when I call them
to the table, each beloved face shining with appetite.
And you, others, so many dead or dying, whether or not
I know you, all I write now is your elegy.
a simple find &
replace command
where you are
the one replaced
& I am found
to be the product
Japan is destroyed by Hagabis, a super typhoon,
a case of climate change in motion,
as I lay upon the wet grass underneath the moon.