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Feb 2015
*** sells
and so does sadism

sold to bored housewives
and professional women
breaking through

glass ceilings.

almost mid-way through
the sixth decade of existence on terra firma
there is a lot that gnaws away like a locust
at the soft underside of consciousness.

and the trap of biology.

women illustrated like circus sideshow attractions
ride naked on horses through the grimy marketplace
of stolen and bankrupt ideas.

*** minus monosodium glutamate.

you’ll like it better if you’re
tressed with plaits of golden silk
in a turquoise dungeon.

this morning
tortured by dreams. a ******* of the mind
teasing sunlight on a blasted dais. she’s a *****

worshipped by the masses.

madison avenue
the sound of debit cards

in the wind.

the high art
of the american landscape
is kim kardashian

her ***
blotting out
the sun.

poets drown

down in
the shadow
of that wondrous

Kurt Nimmo
Written by
Kurt Nimmo  Smithville, Texas
(Smithville, Texas)   
   --- and SPT
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