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BUCK MOON

Anything can happen
That’s the score–gored
into the torso of the tyrant
or assailant as you will or
me–a tantrum in a puffer coat
a tantrum in the parking lot
of the local A & D
the lost year of what gods
unseen in the obscene
labor of status quo tableau
O art and despair–air and dearest
year of what goods again?
Dirty dress of a live burial or institution?
Institution or Immolation?
The burning estate or homunculus?
Bratty vs. rattail
Teleovision vs. cat TV
Cats vs. cyclops
Cyclops vs fly vision
Emily D vs. Rowdy Roddy Piper
Delusion or choice
Mutual annihilation?
How do you play? Asking
for an austerity complex.
Dear committee, I am currently
getting off on my current levels
of exploitation and would like
to rescind my application.
Find the letter star. Splay
across the page
little spleen of ennui like a sleepless
buck that continues to rut–that
is history fka the wet accumulation of knives
in the hay. Heavy lidded re-enactments
by blade light or shiny teeth
among the ferns and mossy chandeliers?
The point that was not a point at all
was surfaces are full of friends
the invisible livingness
always talking back
the line between heaven
and the underworld not mine
to patrol


* [POEM THAT IS ASKING TOO MANY QUESTIONS fka CRINGE!!! fka HAPPY APRIL, DEAR POETS PLUS ANYONE WHO IS READING A POEM AND DERIVING SOME KIND OF PLEASURE OR SHIFT AND SHOULD BE KNOWN AS A POET BUT MAYBE FELT WEIRD ABOUT SAYING SO]

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  1. How do you play? You play with zero austerity (and a little spleen)! Wooooot.

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