hand flat
ball poised
joy, rehearsed
Sergeant Fletcher
found thirteen in a shanty,
forced three into conjunction
with himself
And the XBox
blinked Red
and his eyes,
red
how many hallelujahs?
the higher the flag
the inverse of company
Once I went to KMart
With momma
She found deals
in a handicap spot
And I thought of Titanic
When that girl and that guy
swept palms across
frosty windows
And my Stretch Armstrong
peered wirelessly
into my seatbelt buckle
tossed aside like daddy
unbuckled we fled
through the thistle farm
house off Clifton
and Polk rolled over as we
sang Amazing Grace
with the Capitol looming
a wintry punk
filing away discographies
away! O Dada Sled
Away! young stud
go toward the farthest corner
of the stretch
Sartre had many a cigarette
Freud had many a cigar
Donks ride by with women waving
Driven toward the Taco Bell smother
a drunkard, tilling a fertile mind
We'll recline with opiates
Dart through the Civics
with stimulants
SMILE WITH SUCKERS
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