Saturday, October 12, 2019

Happy Belated Birthday

your veins
glow curvaceous and mean
under thin skin
clogged with neon.
bones of electrocuted cartoons
rise
en route to the sacred
sky machine
pinball quarters
cherry stem knots
blink and ding intestinal pink
high score
broadcast in minty green digi-teen

gum goes black on asphalt,
trash trucked out on Tuesdays
Nothing new takes decades to
percolate through layers of modern waste.
the freedom is just as terrifying as 
mold 
on the dishes in the sink.
grandma's house
died when 
you moved in.
she moved on 
to
Blue Skies via 
Otis Spunkmeyer in the lobby  and 
Complimentary Muzak

There is an
un-shave-able waddle of flesh
underneath my chin.
I imagine you, enraptured
by
bedroom musk and my
regressive views,
latching on
champing down
Matamoros bridgework be damned,  
pit bull bitch
coming of age

corn syrup falls,
installed 
when that kinda thing was in,
Nar-co-ti-cize
time

my metaphorical book of deep wisdom,
my unanswered question
one hand hipped
one browed
in defiance of the South Texas sun

burglar bars threaten to burn me alive
tentacled within these sheets
where your legs once governed
the sum of your memory
my lopsided cake
3 candles short
11 days late

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