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Ice brrr g(lug)
If he doth wear pantaloons
If he bear figs
May the wrath of nothing be upon him
If she doth wear petticoats
If she bear fruit
May the wrath of nothing be upon her
His cigarette
His exhaust pipe
Powered him on his walks
He’d do a kind of hop
Even in the rain or snow
You’d see the glow in the dark
As he hoofed
And puffed
The cloud of disdain
At your sedentariness.
Sincerely
Non-drearily
Scrub up, mask up
Emergency on guitar
Tragedy on vocals
Stub out ten thousandth cig
Gig in the icu
Breech birth on drums
Fallen into despair in elevator
Calling Dr. Cohen
Balling in fertility
Nurses sing flirtily
Rehearses a new ditty
Last words, make it witty
The moon is blurred
The clouds are high
She is feared
By certain tribes
They lay a curtain
Across their wives
The light has reached
The soft forehead
The moon has made
The morning’s bed
Guru knew the truth of the matter
Arm was long but leg was longer
Loose and stretched where they would gather
Hand (can) wave while foot money snatcher
He came for the special big bucket
Of popcorn he’d seen advertised
Each piece dunked in butter
And said fuck it I’ll stay for the movie
A giant insect battering cities
Sunk in his seat his hands covered in gunk
The caterpillar whirling and scattering punks
Who’d tried to brass knuckle and buckle its leg
He smeared a fistful of morsels to his mouth
Police cars and ambulances it was taking out
There was a chance he was reaching the bucket’s bottom
Cramming more in, the caterpillar shattered pillars
Hopped on a tank then backed off to chewed at its top
He maneuvered his tongue over some kernels,
The last of the corn, city an inferno
Chucked the bucket and went for the exit
Feeling he’d missed something in all of that chewing.
The shakes started
And the keening nerves
Flutter-hearted
Nausea and swerves
Up the staircase
Dizziness
Down the staircase
Dread
Nervous Jarvis shook off the goose pimples
Put his hands to his head
It was simple
His explanation
Of the vacation
From his bones
Rattling with the news
In the letter from home
Impervious to calm
Jarvis got on the wild horse
Of the terms of the agreement
Crashing through
A window at dawn
From bereavement.
She worked at being mysterious
Black clothing, dark glasses
Appearing at opportune moments
Disappearing with extra details
One day, she was called out
By a brash lass who pinpointed her phoniness
She bowed her head and this time was seemingly gone for good
Feeling smug, the lady had us round, then promptly vanished as well
She didn’t even have to try, unlike the enigma
Did Dottie die
Or did Dottie disappear
To live a different life
In the clear
On a dead-end drive
A deserted Datsun
It would appear the key
Was still in the ignition
In a drawer Dottie’s
Final testament
And a drawing of
A grinning man
In a vestment
Was Dottie’s daring
Past catching up
Had she dotted
All her i’s
Looking at her dour photograph
You can almost see it in her eyes