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fractured fractals

words plea in scaffolded
desperation of
pale bruised pubescent frail
dark circles under eyes

you are fiftyseven despondency
of chains imagined in mystic
allegoric file cabinet
victim in self categorized
tragedies historic regal
trumpets trombones
hawg mucosa breakage in
tuba stew

where i come from the only
diamonds are on
the backs of popehandling snakes
telling hisssstoric lies
dead jews make excellent forensic
witnesses but coroners are all
calypso charlatan swamis
with teevee dinner audiences

the bruises you apply to
yourself are discolored run
when you sweat pain is not
nobility and neither are

words appear discount
pills on expensive couches
please stop calling them
poetry you are doing reality great
disservice pimping out
naugahyde fantasy
plastic metaphor please
stop torturing words
numbness in bondage

remember your vintage
fishwives with their alabaster
they have telling tails and
so do you perhaps a cheese
danish will alleviate your
pride made of straw
convince it to slouch
back down again for us to
see your allegations more
love embrace pride dress it in
tutu & slippers & make it
dance for you such tiny
fragile pubescent little
dancer turn the key & watch
it kick until it needs to be
rewound so it can dance
again two dollar tin strutter
no ballet shoes those
are house slippers that tutu a
diaper rewind it go ahead let
us hear it again

alterations may address
pacifiers but make for lousy
avoid yourself call
it makeup looks like
quasimodo's toothbrush after
belltower was sacked and

see ya next week gotta
run there are diamonds in the
keep prose on the suggested
daily dosage or we may
have to cite ourselves for
practicing poetry
without license

 © John Kennan 4-23-21
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