my
heart palpitates
and
I thud and shud
der,
trip and
f
a
l
l
fat
count clench
to
see the real
moves
slug-like
saliva
stitched
sideways
into
somewhere
humility
is
a forest floor
but
we want
an
uptown transfer
and
comfortzone seal cushions
a
concrete
carriage,
a cobbler
crumbles
river
rats
chew,
their claws
click,
and
we
ride
from
here
this
is not a worthy destination
a
weigh station wastrel
is
an art farce in torture
black
coats and bondage wear
toltecs
on buttons slo
gan
shoots state
meant:
I
must go!
my
wife will kill me
if
I don't bring back
a
buffal
o
… brittle
mold
breaks
shoelace
and
goes without
empty
eyelets
arch
flatten
Chuck
Taylor ties
normal,
flaunts formal
for
a fishhook
or
the clasp
of
a red dress
is
a sigh
in
the city
refund
confusion
and
madness
intrigues
her
coy
cut
bedroom
bob
cut
bluebell
capri
cut
cellphone
tattletale
cut
mannequin
moneyshot
cut
commodity
camisole
cut
low
swallow
and
shut up
clone.
we know
what
you're after
…
rise
up
wise
away
the
pampers of an
M-String
Family Unit
reflect
on the mirror
laugh
empty
or
undead?
liquid
or solid?
tendons
intestines
pose
preening
pretentious
expel
the
white queen
chapping
bland sadness
unknown
in an alley
except
the one where no one goes
to
up-gauge
hair
spike
anti-handbag
on anti-hip
ster
thrust
short
pant and cat-a-holic sock
whatever
eyeglass rim depends on a cock
instead
of a sweater, sorted
sadly
swooned
stripped
panic
clever
cleaving
of
fingers
flashing
s
p r e a d i n g
withdraw,
the Shade
tears
dread
lock walked in
swallow
(not
beeswax )
in
squalor
compound
the honesty
(she
can't have sex anymore
prefers
mind scat)
reality
is raw
and
baseball
is
a spectator sport
played
in
diamonds
and
rape
is
the new homerun
want,
wet with pain
the
hush of struck
can't
be broken by
this
so-spouting seÅLance
a
geyser of wait
and
watch
drop
our popcorn
and
wish
our
teeth crack
we
heat our hands
in
the pockets
of
a photograph
then
lick our fingers
small
waste unwinding
fingernails
finding
a
staircase of
skin
clutch
ankles
begin
to
enjoy it
the
sky weeps
on
wet streets
true
believers
I
feel a tooth approaching
black
as a baggy sweater
red
as a scalped jaw
gold
as a crack pipe
christmas
carol crusted
boots
and blue
dollardaddy,
us coins poetic
…
a
carpenter's hand
the
glass borders a street side sandwich. refrains
from
staring, returns to coffee
the
waiter wears a mask but forgets he wears it.
waits.
hating. face
complacencies
are careful and shields are ongoing,
habits
sever and clevers ingrain
this
reft, buffered stretch with a billboard if a business
broke
the
sandbox
sentimentality. Machiavellis banality
growls
in an off-put output
chaps
at the bit. refrained filling till shame makes
it
ask, cups
coins
in the alley and pours with a trembling
hand.
his fingers are yellow
and
smoke smells like coffee, it lingers. reminds
him
of her
this
kind will bump tables
and
fart on
or
jostle a
or
spit in
a
salad or
sever
the
service
if
etiquette falters
inciting
defiance (that aging meddler)
a
ghost in my cup
it
rattles and
I
sip
a
cornerstone page-play
edges
pasta
and
a tomato smear
smears
french
fry spears
are
left on the table
we
burned them in oil
and
warned you
this
will damage your heart
there
is blood in the alley
sighs.
it's
hard to get good help these days
//Kevin Murray, writer
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