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Tag: Jamming

An Impostor Falls

 

Wichita Lineman
pitches up 
out of the blue 
Lacuna
inquiring:
 Was you not once a carpfish
 plagued by crippling doubts
 about a distant golden
 age of innocence?

Yes,I  was once that Carpfish

You confirm resonantly
with disarming brevity
quasi-presidentially
semi-residentially
taking it all in 
your jackboot 
crushing a face 
stride

making cryptic hand signals
in clipped bespoken 
cabalistic tongues

Yes. I was that Carpfish:
for old halibuts die hard
go hang a sharp left at 
Cape Codology

there
bipolar dancing bears picnic
out on melting strawberry 
ice floats on mustard

wallowing in unabashed self-pity
seconds before the bullet
hit you in the forehead

Trespassers will be Executed
read the flashing pulsar
over the black horizon
 




 

Provisus

dancers

infernal vocal

fake jazz baroque pearl diva

nails it up in one

sacrificial holy cows

coming home to roast dinners

wet Sundays in spring

sporting sprouting broccoli

in handbags full of legs

after rites of massage

 

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