sausage costing nineteen thousand piasters
diners appeal to the law
let us eat the forbidden home-made melancholia fixer
with florid pickle
Idle Talk
got sinuses like the Carlsbad Caverns
coccyx crazing like the San Andreas Fault
sweet-spot in the dome one barren old declivity
cracks suturing till the reaper comes
my voice walks through damp tissue
up the seventeen flights of concrete steps with rusting rebar
tone bangs into a bend behind a remarkably big nose
words find their way out a mile of muslin wrappings
upon finding an ear
no juice
they bubble up in soda pop colors and croak
without a funeral
an oracular miasma blends with military work togs
no record
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