Scabs

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Ache, ache, ache

one vertebrate

at

a

time

grates against

the clock

like chedder

cheese;

scabs will fall

and disintegrate

in the coffee

I need

well.

want, want, want

iron panties

can’t contain

the stains of

the capitalism

of ego,

oh, that robber-baron—

with its monopolies!

like cocaine

vacuuming

up

into

our

brains

& we will

itch and scratch

a dog in the sun

with a circus

of fleas

(we’ll all be)

until the scabs

come

flaking

down

to end up

floating

in our coffee





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albinotiger said...
Jul. 21, 2012 at 7:43 pm
only one word to describe this poem: AMAZING!! (maybe check out my work sometime)
 
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