ALL THE MORNING FARTING

 

just a middle-aged man

eating the only apple he can

in front of the bathroom mirror

hes counting knives in his head
pondering level 2

& the things rock stars said

~

apple skin stick-stuck 

between teeth of course

     

& all the morning hes farting 

     

farting H E L P in morse

LEISURE PARK SONGS

90s radio station
rolls 
out
the
rose glass

frisco distracted at the time
these tunes are balm to me now

~

rain tattoos
with intention 
on the hatchback roof

its hurried morse
i strain to understand

~

this lead heavy bruised sky 
over the 
leisure park
rainbow neon

well my gut interprets it
     as warning
     as dull omen

     & 
     i send
it straight 
into my spam

~

&
as we leave
with our chicken

the hatchback wipers rhythm 
a 
machine composed
sustained coda

i wonder what 
all the kids here
will see 
& do 
tonight

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