THE WAY THIS IS GOING PT 1

 

the way this is going
is -

soon a poem will be 

one word

maybe two
or
a
nekrasov full-stop ripoff

placed just so


~

till then -

theres a red haze
natural but it dont look it
around the solitary cemetery tree

&

the crows there gaze askance

at the laminate stone markers

locking the carrion away

ALUMINIUM CHURCH

we point our metal rods skyward

to catch the stories

we glom with glazzies

over carrion & carbs


its science worship
why not ?

& manufactured prayer

SANTA, JESUS & OTHER ANGELS

HOLIDAYS ARE COMING

beach body horror !

count now
our natural wrinklets

so what tho
so what

should we pack a scalpel ?

isnt life in the eyes
&
the free child inside . . .

~

& anyway
too soon 
coca cola truck
will 
come on the flat tube

like from heaven

beach memories
dialled down
to
a
rare winter zero

~

santas a pimp 
indulgent overweight
taking back the night

his
indentured beasts of burden
thoroughly trespass
on
your
eaves
shingle

&
jesus is jesus
pinned to a lolly stick
persecution thin



DEAD THIN

mouse-nibbling
between weigh-ins

aspirational angels
flash cadaver chic

sell smells
in faux art
movie shorts

sell 
impossible
dr dangerous 
slim 
thin
tomorrow



OTHER ANGELS

angels now
rot inside
from gin

avoided on the uptown stoop

that was something 
i read one summer

car-flat carrion
on
the buy-it-now streets

&
its
stayed
with
me

always only
three thoughts
away

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