There’s more.
Jerk eyes open
Verizon wireless theme song in
digital slap
Verizon wireless theme song in
digital slap
base operations across from
Zeek’s pizza glowering billboard
skating by on borrowed
Zeek’s pizza glowering billboard
skating by on borrowed
internet, a sarlac pit
of creased envelopes,
a deletery of e-mails.
of creased envelopes,
a deletery of e-mails.
That is not all;
Past the white windowless van with the electrician’s name on
it, past the backward baseball caps and scarred arms leaning over the freight
trains, past the giant clock by the lamp store, past the testicles all bouncing
in green, and the ghosts of brewers, all coming back with hooks for hands,
there is another smoking hole in a wall, or the asphalt, cigarettes or
asteroids.
That could be all,
but holiday specials forbid it. Towerless searses forbid it. Postal delivery drivers, presumably werewolves, forbid it with pork between their fangs. ALSO! Veteran vetrinarians, presumably evil mermaids, for-fucking-bid it. So there is more—
but holiday specials forbid it. Towerless searses forbid it. Postal delivery drivers, presumably werewolves, forbid it with pork between their fangs. ALSO! Veteran vetrinarians, presumably evil mermaids, for-fucking-bid it. So there is more—
--a swift mop up
before leaving work,
a death threat bus
before leaving work,
a death threat bus
stop, running on borrowed
fares, a deathstar
with its lights on,
with its lights on,
but wait--
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