~ (JD Brayton)
…the spork chiseling on a stranger
Seltzer terrier terrified of tenure gasping unilaterally and
Allies of post-volcanic kings past kinship
Two heartloads of writhing tumescent grey-toned cousins
Escaping the metastasizing gaudiness of Mother’s orgasmic shriek:
ARE. They. Twins. ? .
Some freak circuses may never be photographed
A fierce internecine battle for a tub of wilted brown celery sticks
Whoring for a Mary, Bloody, otherwise ensconced
In pearl gimlet.
Later, as a waiter
I found myself sitting beside tepid cannibal coffee
Engaging in philosophic torture with a truck driver from
Lizard’s Thicket, Insomnianna.
His teeth, (he informed me, proudly)
Are entirely new –bought and un-paid for
bathed now in a peppy, twisted neon beer burp apparently
re-imagined by illumination
FREE PARKING FREE Barking: FREE DARTS:
(incidentally —> (you’re bleeding).
So? Sweet potatoes?(sour) Do they squirm?
I found and entered some cactus
Thankfully, there was nowhere to sit
Lectures are best served—>? STANDING ? <—
Mulling tense and tensely mulling
Mumbling down the hellish hall of a vestibule,
immune to it all
looking from the first available window
From which to spit.
Pause —> I REMEMBERED <—
My 4th grade Snenglish teacher Mizz Smith sitting, culling
Straining muck coffee through her mortgaged dentures
Pointing at the squatting red flag on her desk
Poised fangs baring
Whenever I tried to speak beyond her aching head
past creatures mummified with extreme prejudice
sweaty heat and salty rain
crenelated inside a 10-year old’s
gutter snipe pockets –bristling for natural identification
thoughts feasting and crushed beneath
Discalced uncalloused digits
cheap peanut-brother crackers. Nude Testament.
The Day expands with each constant blink
B (lin)K <—
FOCAL YE: ‘the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked,
WHO CAN KNOW IT?’
So the Crème Janes’ Bible shouts from the aquarium city
Babylon, Sylvester, Poughkeepsie, Tehran
Be Satisfied and Certain
Secrets Will Kill You
Because What You Need To Live
Will Kill You In The End.
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