Tuesday, July 12, 2011

IN A BATHTUB FOR YOU ARE WISE

you have your
television psychic
tongue – and you triangulate
the suppository's
secret location

sugar bitter
burst the blimp
juice of
the wingnut mascot a big letdown

of course, as a superpower, iron is a big waste of time
spinach money that's
not color-coded
becomes snail shit quicker

than CSI mistakes a homicide at a sleepover
for some weird new kind of
cubism – and the metronome that constantly wondered
'what am I gaining?'

it's one badass cognitive arm wrestler!
Earth-shattering,
and so now couches are great
for something else too:
for minding your own business

cocaine using its own initiative
to blind me with
reverse cosmetics:
I'm a guy at a desk poly-skulled vomiting

an octopus that
kneels over her face,
its bathtub
quickly filling with fingernail clippings

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