9

9

it’s almost 9:00 night, doing nothing
shirt tail out
scruffy
good strong thighs
velvet elvis
low scoop beauties
black sheen
anti gravity cat
pro gravity dog,
ethereal tome of
literary violence
mentions
the brief shining moment
when America is convinced it’s on fire
buried in fat
drowned by rapacious blood weapon

a curious thing, metal and tough plastic
three triggers
one each for each flag color
near its butt a tank of 3 liters
containing micro storm energy
true John Wayne grit all twisted up
down shaken braided comprised of
decomposition

stolen design of court of lost mission
clouded agents assigned to roam
slice, absorb culture, roam slice
a limp of gathering
priorities were/are:
adult male,
strong women,
weak women,
weak men,
children,
pets,
antique furniture,
broaches with a victim’s mother’s face
the list goes down and down

those were tough times
common smoke
uncommon water
common dry wind
no such thing as art
less pleasure

perk up
spend some happy
aim your mirror, smile dammit