Well Disciplined Pigs

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we’ll play by their rules,

with frayed remains we’ll recount

lost moments scattering our

coils beneath the landfill

 

but we revert spoiled Children

with too many playthings

 

Greedy soil

Beneath the fingertips

Tapping the cutlery

 

Green deposits of strength

These calcified pockets

Of plaque and ambition

 

The change in my pocket

Jives to their beet

Cracks along the piggy bank

of my youth

withdrawn

 

Reprimanded again

For rolling

In the slop

Of their decay

 

Those long pork tongues forked in those

Less than gentlemanly

Cannibalistic tendencies

Charlotte’s custard

Hardens at room temperature

Inelastic and clouded

A Repetition in Sacrifice

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The Sun ‘s low

We charge through the shade

The stalwarts evergreens.

 

the challenges trivial

Could this be a

Hell so simple

 

Oxidized

Benign

Scab

on the way to Salvation

Take a knee, take a ligament

Anything for the firmament

 

Another form

Another life to char

For the muse

 

that old lover calls my name.

Lowly paces

Through paradise

The serrated hair of sirens

 

reinvigorated, risen, from cup to

cup

Through the top

Boiled over

what a luxury,

to make

mistake after Mistake,

Content with

The seared forearm

The grafted skin

Ramen Grind

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Į got caught between BPA

coated water bottles

and plastic wrap

tip toed somewhere far

from the glare of the

grocery aisle

 

Those luscious green peppers

only to blacken as coal

 

Gangrene is a sapling

rooted in tomorrow’s loss

 

This meager Survival

is much preferred

to their hasty glory.

On My Way to the Gurney

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Awakened

Sheets of burning coal

 

an aortic tinder box

kidney failure, Cataracts

though Pigs writhe

at foot’s end,

like severed worms

The swelling is foreign

Suppurating fun-house image

Of a well garnered impotence

 

Mistook a pair of scrubs

 

For a savior

 

I’d offer the rest to avoid

their ivory bird

proud of his days

 

grieving baker’s dozen