YOU THINK YOURE LIKE A MOON

even when docile & dormant
  dusty blinds drawn like blinkers

we are still mad & haunted longpork
  on a destruction distraction jag

the meat grinder chewing
  at our sweatshop polyester heels


~


you think youre a moon
  a moon on a razor

where osmosis trumps inertia
  & entropy is coming

for  your  sliced  emmental

UNSPECIAL NOFLAKE

my razor edge mood
tumble falls with
the 
suns drunk pm lurch

biology whiplash
genetically
asymmetrical

~

these days
these days 
are built
of rough hewn chunks
of night blown teasers

& thats 
not so much poetry
as 
natural fact

like repeating limestone

~

& tho a pale smile
does comes 
with the
shadow moon

i feel mortal
&
i feel mass produced

an unspecial noflake
in
the
thin politic rain

a consuming unit
in
the 
compassion drought 

a pre-cinder
in 
the earth wind 
on fire

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