every nude word you ever said
were a drag-done-lady selling veggies
or riding
somebody's spaniel
down the road toward the brick bunting
pigeons retrieving treats amongst the trees
hills, witches, wrens, cat-treats
all these things and more
are dripping like anemones into the sea
you cannot imagine what this really means
to smote the small guy while wading
balls-out in the smooth tan reminder
of a legacy, of a legalization protocol
look onto doom as a sign of doom
or murder as a sign of some murder
like FEMA made into a disaster and ruined
the frail crab bayed-out orchestra of intense fever
consorting our worst intentions at every turn of the wheel
and somebody's cinnamon stick is sticking into their ass
loose, luridly, hooking around a pomegranate piece of pussy
like a meal tattoo gone wild.
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