Apr 20, 2014


Turtleneck automata
abstract & obscured
plywood expressionism.
Against the wall, the damoclean
tide of dry rot, a face
-off, face to face to
facility for
small talk & big plans
that amount to the same:
a decaying shack
fish guts
nuclear war
all-new laminate countertop
easy to clean, never cracks
self-cleaning oven
for your head, brand new guns
for the kids, something for
the neighbors, heart,
hinds, debris
stink eye
You & I have questions. You fear 
answers. Kream soda, jelly tarts, 
you have guns under my 
sweater. Open the latch, we 
shall form a clatch.

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