Saturday, March 18, 2017

poem: Seismic Pain

Seismic Pain 
wango desperation interior bongo
hermit zipper stay up for another few hours
him taken in with the news
he keep hands still hearing ice cubes melting
the Marsh Wheeling stogie burning a hole in the fabric
Charybdis whirly up from cold war era cushion
Old Crow sideways on ovular throw rug
thick glass bottle neck pointed like he needs to kiss something
his eight foot taxidermy bear looms over his health status
a water buffalo head on a plaque is tipping forward
the man's myriad antlers chatter in the low grade earth quake
all the kings antenaes
most of the jack-off's knick knacks
rattle and talk to one another on the oak shelves
the guy's dentures talk fluent English

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