regarded as life forms in low rise patterns inhibit subjected onlookers
gaze, rejected as cookers kettle pop, stove top ready with remedy smoke
blaze where adopted and lost alley cats mingle with the strays in a free
for all carnival,
celebration of seasonal days compromise,
squinty constricted blood shot eyes
Trophy prize for the horrible most rotten fruit of yesterdays delights
guilt trip, sunken ship graveyard harbor we walk
Around which,
There lay the far gone passed out beyond
Stoop steps and front lawns, leaching blood alcohol levels to flood
gutters with natures litter and cover boldly, grief stricken streets
where we await the inevitable bitter critter, grumpy gills stickler,
with stick pole line lure, sore lip syndrome, bed sick mattress, wood
springs to kindlen, to stoke tokes in the biggest firework display, of
historians screenplay horror chick flick, flipped her shit and lost it.
My ligaments stretch and snap in the pre warm up with roller tracks, its
minimal movement held in covenant cupboards storage units tightly rowed
sidewalk and rebar submerged in wet cement.
Your sideward side step straddle isn't enough when I lose my balance
and I pull both of our bodies tumbling to the ground where resting bones
become the chore of intoxicant's rescuing sailors sloppy hands of that
somebody you've become.
Forgotten and fermented, bottled and sun-bleached sunscreen,
circumvented in a backwards sales tax backstabbing motion.
My words stain, incomplete drain leaving muddy sediments in a styrofoam
cup burning blacker than gasoline carbon combustion engine choker.
One two stroke repeater, with egg white glue beater, paste to hold
together like a Leaky faucet
Okay
I saw
I saw them carry you wayward as a ghost in your heyday, passed away
absurd and abruptly surrounding many college collaged wall-coverings
just left me wondering for the moments you were living, breathing and
stories forgotten to tell acting out on their own chord, musical
instrument types alike and amplifiers on the side holding doors open for
yours truly to depart in a white dully with mudflaps and family
members.
Stainshane
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