from Atomic Clock
released December 2, 2022
Residing at the corner of Main and Crazy.
Captive by the smell of something rotting in a bucket.
Oh glory glory. Break it again, break it again. Down.
Built on a foundation of traumatic narcissism.
Call it slow cooked rendering the fat,
singing an out of tune lull. A Bye-bye bye.
A goodbye and goodnight is never heard.
Right turn left turn down the corridor to the mill
where a grinding sound gives proof. That’s not all.
Act now and receive a wave of symphonic stress,
strain and anxiety. One for the RV,
one for the junk drawer and some to inhale.
It calcifies on contact. Let go and echo.
Sheep in Wolves’ Clothing
I don’t even think I know what that is.
It must not be pasteurized and it is near the flagpole.
Are you ready to hear it again?
NO! Well, I am going to tell you regardless.
Do tell that this face has a name and this name a face.
It will be cloudy with a hint of sarcasm laced with... __________________________________________________
(fill in the blank) Noun: Drug of choice (actual or metaphorical)
And the wicked witch will still come get you.
Even if, even if you’re ugly. Or not that good looking.