Weird. Friday to Sunday my
thoughts unwind in alphabetical order.
Monday on, it’s the reverse.
Black black. Blacker
than a stock ticker in October.
The totalled U-Haul, opposite lane,
deployed driver’s side airbag
like a used condom
dangled so you can size up the cum.
I keep having this dream.
My twin stabs me with a compass.
‘The circle jerk is complete,’ he seethes,
tragically misreading Nietzsche.
Brute fact: humanism will find a way
to fuck up a surprise party.
Like gold to airy thinness beat,
John Doe is done.
Collision was fatal, says CP24.
This week’s unofficial Wheel of Fortune:
BACON BEAR COTTAGE FOREST PINE PUCK.