pineapple and soda
so my sister just got locked up again.
i've called her house the past three days.
her ex-girlfriend proffered
address of the new champion insanity suite
skating rink of the damned
she's the only soldier i have free at the moment,
too many nervous campaigns of the heart.
watchman's cap and
the cat was waiting for me when i got home,
watching the front door do nothing
go nowhere. she is sing-songy and fierce.
so i blew a joint and worked quadratic formulae
i ate two cheeseburgers tonight and passover brisket
(though not necessarily in that order)
and then got to play staring games in the street
i pulled the slide back on my .22 Ruger
the one with the barrel like a stainless steel champagne flute
the one with which the go-south boys shoot fireflies
out of the vacuous dusk; great colander of gray sky pie,
we count our pens, our pencil skirts
whilst waiting for the engine to warm
all the parts of me that are
external and therefore
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