likens to palsy
mealy warm temporal
young flesh dancing in the disco this tiny cadence
the bark of cocaine-fueled seals or is it aptitude for disingenuous
wiping eyeball pulp
yips yips
a tease for one sacred second Arafat’s razor smuggled out of Gaza
for food
the degenerate plague of TheyThatCalmtheSerpent
or he that makes a swallow fly awkward
(whether you are eating the blood in a liquor store) (or strange memories of north African chants)
learns patience
kills random passerby
(your obsession) IS AN ILLUSION as parties of chimpanzees struggle
with elbow sweater swatch wizened beyond the yellow signs
savage singing of seaside tribes bent on self and destruction
hands cold yet firm on an ancient stone wall
manna to feed the sheep manna to feed the wolves
Michael J. Fox circa 1989 with automatic weapon and Special Forces friends
balancing on the head of a stork as drunk on village piss wash
liars
cranked to max and bloody filling pulled from former adversaries
take the controls of flight or not
crash only higher
away from the ground and danger