Sock Of War

Here we have, indisputably,
Sock Of War. What it’s doing: 
harnessing the headlamps, a
climate predator which sinks
fire. But it’s: the water drop heart of
the bullet, overdosing on
prepping. Dressed in
a band T-shirt then
sent to a peppy school.
Your birthday party
was a big skeptical big ass
with slap-on skin and
slap-on make-up,
converted my freakish number
to white captivity.
Then: sent to jail. Sock of war.
Dragon kite watching
the earth sink
behavior’s police: a matchstick
force sunk
dwarfing existence to a size
smaller than the human body.

Many years later: oxygen
hides and spools and turd-floats
in his wrinkles.
Living in a luxury house
fit only for a porn
movie. Tired. Even changed
his bloody handwriting. Combat
garbage or: garbage used
in combat or: garbage IS
combat. Choices
choices oh God – sexy wombat
milks traffic cops what should
I DOOOOOOO…
Experimental kneecap gets
in the way, acrobatics an
albino in the headlamps’
palest chalk on whose
line we behave.   
Dies.
(Some years later.)