THE COOLEST CENTRIFUGE IN THE WORLD

each pebble prowled, the tesla tiger enclosure
illuminated their fur, their cancer either abated
on magnetic video tapes

or spread out dappling the dollhouse sky

heat stroke should be somewhat closer to the fake sunflower
standing wide-legged on the desert dune seeing so far

but nothing

praying captive, reassurance via letter to the washing machine:
that stoic, somnolent, churning captive of a pack of
wolves, cool spewing from tooth imprints,

clean shorts

i am happy with this birth, a vulgar bike seat
and so many scarless tracks on love
stolen to decompose

all stereotypical brain surgery laser training disease regenerative –
why charged with murder when you’re so ready to
eat red?

graft of weird baggage weight, niggling crucifix erase
silver disappearance, the sky unzipped

i think that is why the most likeable member of the jetsons porn crew is the boring policeman, as all retro futurism is about
tolerating your neighbor

its yellow heart loved where it hung

conserving juice disappearing
toilet paper, seating rinderpest

digitally cut through bone,
the improbability drive planted the charismatic rapper in a
piano’s body

give him a fair chance, the opportunity to inspire
sweating fruity pebbles in the coolest centrifuge in the world

cuddled in fetishes, bomb hoaxes resting on the cleverest gyroscopes