one prayer at a time
and a free pass to go directly to hell
we all have our moments
of weakness
frog tears are my prison
and you must admit
the hawks have heroes too
Mussolini is grieving
while Kublai Kahn shaves in the bar mirror
gild the mornings with shredded cheese
if Simon Legree will agree
gurney the wind
could’ve happened to anyone
color the sand bixbite
if situations complicate
harrow
eclipse
or mow yesterday down with lions
at 45 rpms
we steal warts from princes
we loot and beg pardons for the dead
one push on the way up
just to tear away
just to tip the busted scales
have at it
hot dog bandits will relish the moment
while ticker tape expires
while Daedalus skims the constitution
and grumpy worms get a jump on the birds
we could have symmetry of recycled longings
we could treasure holsters
and tie bandannas over the mouth and nose
scenery smokes cue cards to ash
one lost line at a time
grades get passed
mewls of yes spit back a no
we are just tintypes of fragility mulled with high fructose corn syrup
or wires rusting through roses
there’s palmolive in our gas tank
there’s an infomercial selling our hair and teeth
while a thousand green grapes go splat in our hearts
a steady digital bleat to rouse thyself
hawaiian punching at a fruit’s stripe
in the unreliable narrative of our life
a part of together
a piece of war tugging at an empty sky
we go all in with a pair of nines
we sing into tin cans
don’t play dead while there’s still
a chance of music
there will be plenty
of
time
for that
later
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