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Oh dear you never come
Out in the back yard after some
Frightening noise like a jagged hum
Kept you from asleep

Here goes the aftermath
Blood pooled still in a drawn bath
Pink diluted human wrath
Kept you from asleep

On going going on
Purring blades that cut the lawn
Bringing on a peaceful yawn
Before you go to sleep
I played **** jams and watched the **** cams
Without any doubt about dying
A waltzing Victorian casually avoiding IEDs
Bombs without brand names

My eyes grew sleek my fingers black
There was so much in my peripheral vision
That I hardly cared to look ahead
Bright dust motes in swarms of sun and color

My internal temperature dropped, my teeth grew
At night I slept in a hammock
With a cat at my feet

If there was a war like the looky-loos say
It never felt that way
Though I'm sure I did my share

My low chuckling at the sight of blood
Even from my child's knee
Assures me that I did my share.
She's a good girl
Born from the mouth of God
Amid a celestial bout of sneezing

She lay with me as the clock ticked
Talking softly of her fear of colors

Green ants and black turtles
Orange sparrows and red, red water

Fear not I bellowed
The night caught the echo though
And sent back nonsense for hours

Your tongue is cooked black she cried
Your hands are gray cruelty

I wrapped my arms around her shivering
Detached my lower jaw
And swallowed her back up.
It has been shown
That the dying man's pizza
Can be divided up approaching the limit infinity
At the limit everyone gets a slice of nothing at all

Just before such an absurdity
Everyone, less one person, gets a tiny slice
The dying man is that one person
Enjoy his small gift gratefully
I see you dutifully down
Beaten up in rags
Coyly penitent

Now we can talk
Our teeth interlock
We sway and we rock

“Pry out your eyes” you say
“Pry out your eyes” you giggle
I scold  “Once is fine but twice cloys”

Let's shore up our alibis
“Above the trolls” you whisper and point
“There runs the terror of the bridges”
I was hitchhiking in the cold
Cold so intense that I knew I could die
A car pulled over and I got in
I thanked the driver profusely
“It was the least I could do” he said

As I thawed into survivor's awe
I noticed the man was playing music I loved
He asked me casually about my life
And told me about his
“Why don't you drive for awhile?” he asked
“It's the least I can do” I playfully replied

He fell right to sleep
In a nimbus I drove and drove
The car purred and its leather grew softer and softer
I lost track of time

Near his destination, he dropped me off at a bus station
My bus arrived as he pulled away
Its seats were hard and small
The bus driver was a shockingly large woman
“So you got here in one piece” she said
She grinned, her teeth were huge and perfect
And then she pointed at the grin
“Addiction!” she roared “All Aboard!”
Even nothing heals
It ravels and unravels
Then coyly coils up into a bow
A present from the fringes of space

Waffling between hate and annoyance
At the lack of access to anything else to feel
A hot gust of flying ants and grass shrapnel
Is how you should picture this

My parents made love in the chimney
My brother wrecked Christmas
My cousin is stuck on Easter Island
Sometimes I see him on postcards screaming

It's the dust motes in the light
That cats love to bat and wonder at
Given each alone the mote or the light
They couldn't care less

So much is still waiting behind the right combination, right?
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