This One’s Called the Ecstasy and the Ecstasy

 

And this one's called The Birds Were Paid to Make Freedom Seem Possible

and this one's called Disaster Inquiry

and this one's called Quantum Bereavement Hegemony

and this one's called

Longing Parentheses In Slash Tangible Close Parentheses a Dialectic of Colon

and this one's called Munchos

and this one's called Funyuns is a Better Title

and this one's called That Would Make a Good T-shirt

and this one's called Yeah, That Would Be Funny

and this one's called I Know, Right?

and this one's called But I'd Probably Never Wear It

and this one's called Huh, Yeah.

Hello. Fuck Off.

a good poem must stand for everything as well as fruit

can. the apple, easy eternity. the grape dionysian

crapshoot. banana, circus pornography, not to mention the

apple. hello. fuck off. drop your cigar, your wallet,

there’s a vagina on your shoe. don’t fret, it’s non-stick, not

opposable. you don’t get the heartsick memo:

there’s stop not enough coffee stop for the alcoholics’

recoveries stop. luckily, the vending machine’s chest

is blown open, luckily, the cul-de-sac, luckily,

a cigarette truck exploded,

see the gulls ashing in the trees?