John Jessup Kennan

hiss story

Blake in a pawn shop






hoses hiss
from manicured
sanctuaries sterile
pristine green
peering out at
scruburbed sidewalks

developed housing
planned anaconda
infestations
fat hungry hoses
hissing
strangling
exhale with a
hiss

factories filled with
job creations
manufacture
soul burgers
psycho burgled
steamed hisses
mega metal meat
monsters
ground soul
patties conform to
standards expectations
specifications regulations
incantations manifestations
manifest infestations
drone clones drone
on in
glorification
in mashed hopes
that someone will
find us
perfectly shaped or
flavored so
artificially wonderkin and
purchase a
share or two or
at least stop to
nosh

production line
truths canned
to be whispered
unseen
not heard

i
remember when
breathing came
easy

pick a
partner from the
shelf
drop it in your
shopping
cart
consume each
other

uncanned
olives on a serving
tray with
toothpicks
and miniature
sandwiches such a
lovely spread

relief of desperation
a la mode hisses
exhale
it will all be
over soon

would you like
another helping?

 © John Kennan 12-17-20

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