earlier the fire trucks
nearly fifteen all
lined from my apartment building
forever down the road
a bunch of fire men out there
running all around
then stopping and talking lightly
what the fuck is going on here
I don’t know there’s no fire
so we’ll figure this out then
we’ll be out of here
like it was nothing
and it is nothing
a scarf is ignited into the air by the ceiling fan
after smoking a glimpse of this from the
corner of my eye is like a strange person materializing
into the thin and back out specifically down
there is a scarf on the ground
my head is fucking around
a day not an adventure to the beach this one
decided against the rain brought by tropical storm
burning the midnight oil
grinding the 1 AM grave
feel your face explode with possibilities
words like liabilities
air lush
ush
push the hush around
signal
signally signify
diamonds are forever
divorce is forever
there is a pot leaf on my bed drawn on
to a sheet of paper today’s
first and last one
don’t want for my feet to be cold
creativity is surging in my bones
I just sit back and laugh and laugh
this time I write about the time guessed to the minute
if you ask me sometimes I really nail it
there is a glow in my forehead
shooting pain in my chest
an angel to talk to
“he’s coming tonight
he’s coming to kill you
get out of that house”
news for the captives
Gettysburg getup
living the nightmare
bullets
whizzing by
the invention of themselves
fired from their jobs
in the chamber
old gents tilt over in their remainders
who write letters to the president
no one believes their empty promises any more
until four more years pass and then it’s
amnesia at the polls
flock to the polls in this dead man’s gait
it’s not like they’re opening the
gates of Macy’s on Black Friday
which concentrates on the coming
of our Christmas Day our lord
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