I Get Spiderwebs
In a season like trace minerals
Science debates changes in decibel,
hurls butter dish against the wall
The frigid drunken woman
Parts retailer auto parts retail
Savvy in Road whores
Picks on the lonely cub, peeing
on pantry floor
Winter abstaining from brute space
I was picked apart Desiccated, by
spiders leaving oblong webbing sacs
Plummeting earthbound past
barn door slurries, fraudulent cactus,
Mucus trail of milkmaids
Approached by the MCU
For an extra on the set, extreme
insect fighting documentary, set Maldives,
or UAE onna rooftop hierarchy
I laid up the night in drink dreaming
plastic inheritance in which drawer
I put the semi Auto in
The drawer of dual identities
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What to Do When You Know What to Do
Don’t fight it, you’ve already unwrapped it.
You might as well eat it. Just
throw the crinkled cellophane to the curb.
Noah didn’t make room
on the ark for seagulls,
or for sharks.
I’m a nomadic creature and so are you,
& to prove it
there’s Xanax, the wheel,
& patents
pending for legalized homicide.
Don’t fight it, you can pour gas on it.
You can crucify a gibbon for
learning the ABCs
& set fire to your grandma’s house;
20 lashes for walking around
barefoot in the
palace,
charged with treason
for brushing your hard-on
against a cop:
you know what to do, even though
you sure like to
pretend the world owes you
half a shit. That
recycled plastic bag
works just as well as a
noose, while the tangerines
roll around
all over the carpeting.
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Little Bird Say
Look boy there’s a bridge use it
See if you can fly like me
Swear that water break your fall
Didn’t see I didn’t see the deck. I didn’t see the deck, the deck of the boat, the deck of the boat, where I landed in the flood, blood spilled in a sweat in a pool.
Gilbert whispered where’s your halo now bitch where is your cell phone?
Where is Sheba Lopez? Where’s your mother buried?
Little bird should’ve eaten it for dinner should’ve cooked him plucked him fucked him, Gilbert
I looked up the skirt of a little bird
But busted by a cop with lenses on his vest
Put me in cuffs
Put me in a cruiser rather rough
I look out thickkk dirty ass thick acrylic lens
Little birds avoid this kinda building
They can smell it they can taste brutalist on the air
Ain’t like it’s the air’s fault
But it wasn’t long before Shelby Lopez
Came bailed me out
How the fuck I thought where
the fuck I said
Did you get the money, the money, the cash the coin, huh?
She must really love me
I sold your comics, she said
Oh my What tf?
In the fucking end
I traded Spider-Man #300 first appearance of Venom
for a skirt, I didn’t even get to sniff the skirt. I couldn’t admit that to Shelby
Cops gonna come get her too take her away take her
Till nothing left in stock at Target
Prolly Targets nationwide prolly Monoprix in fucking Paris too
Can’t buy birds in Target neither
Just end up as soup or soap, t-trash diaper rash
Or splat in the window making good their escape
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Cosplayas
She wants us polyamorous
I want a Barbie doll chew toy
She eats ants with chopsticks
I see the world through Netflix
She lubes up before penance
I drool to vestmental sex acts
She wants species adjustment
I varnish my eyeballs with latex
She blows goldfish outa tubas
I play hooky from “zee therapist”
She wants to play rigor mortis
I jerk off to Ford F-250 adverts
She applies lipstick to dialysis
I spit at Rose Bowl parade floats
She won’t join my party tramps
I vanish with a tweak of debris