you can’t just keep
walking around with a
fever of 104° and
expect all the pieces
to fit
they scrape what is left
with fingers stained with
blood and lint, another
excuse preached through
a sermon of semantics,
Maybe this was some sort of purgatory escape room. Guys like Monty and John unsettled him. He’d worked hard for what he’d gained. It always bothered him to see men struggle with the bottle or the needle.
I am an intensely rational person My average walk Sometimes nationality comes in the form of deception Absorbed in logical problems purely mental Just figuring so fear comes around grabbing you back over do you hear no sound
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?”
