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kissing booth

bravado poet he was

and i dumbly followed

fully knowing

his titles were shit

with a snake oil smile

performative assholery

but it took a near death

blood loss event

near wild boar swamps

in an Arkansas tar pit

to see

the true excrement

was the content

of his character

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Paris in the rain

a woman’s life

is too tenuous

delicate

billowy

spider web

close call on I-75

in preterm labor

on the way to the

Paris airport

in the rain

fragile

beautiful

precious

sacrosanct

finite

for bad friends

bad family

bad coffee

bad shoes

bad mattresses

bad jobs

bad husbands

bad debt

and bad dick

learn this by 30 for maximum

enjoyment

future

female

conquerors

of a dying planet

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across the ohio

when the oxycodone and meth crops fail in kentucky

the country folk flock

across the ohio river into cincinnati

to go to the open air opioid market

people once came to the queen city from the south

to get factory jobs that no longer exist

they were called briar hoppers

we don’t have a name for these new immigrants

other than marginalized, homeless, inmate, and DOA’s

but they’re good at making change

a five dollar bill on the streets of this town

will turn into a baggy of heroin

faster than it will turn

to singles

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powerful dumb

i have no fear of death

i’m not particularly concerned with my life expectancy

possessing the prescience of mind

if and when i reach 75

i will feel powerful dumb

as i tally the amount of time

i have spent in line at starbucks

on hold waiting for a customer service representative

watching television commercials

sitting in traffic

logged into a pseudo society online

listening to politicians lie

writing student loan checks

forcing a faux smile to an asshole

and feel i deserve

to be flattened by a speeding bullet train

into a scraping trail of bloody offal

for my cowardice

for failing to truly live

for accepting coffee and credit card offers as a substitute

for wasting my life

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we have forgotten to call our mothers

as the ocean reclaims the land

and our comfort level with it

we will realize in a collective gasp

we have squandered

centuries of invention, blood, and privilege

with human conceit

.

we have wasted every memory

every idea

every love

by failing the planet

.

we have forgotten to call our mothers

as we were killing each other

over

unknowables

and inflexible

fallible

beliefs

.

don’t go crying to science

science tried to tell us long ago

.

so eat your nachos

and barbecued chemistry lab meats

cheer on your gladiator teams

as they bash their skulls together in a coliseum

enjoy the halftime performers as they twerk and bleat

 

live stream a diversion

drink your wine and craft beer from sustainable bottles

.

insert artisanal tampons made from the wool of

vegetarian  fed sheep

.

file your taxes

.

don’t you look pretty

with thicker, fuller lashes

drop your child off anywhere

so long as you don’t hear their screams

.

pay for neon sex

on the latest smartphone

with that one last good credit card

.

swipe the strip or insert the chip

but do it hard,

consumer culture,

more, baby, more

.

a civilization

blindfolded in agreement

and a few syphilitic mosquitoes

is all the next

mass extinction needs

 

 

.

 

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deep down inside

never make the mistake

of clinging to the notion

that someone is good

deep down inside

because

eventually

painfully

regrettably

you will come to realize

they do not have

a

deep down inside

 

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piss down my leg

the memory of you

runs like

piss

down my leg

and is washed off

just as easily