Brink Rant


C-List crew whose googly eyes
can’t even. Leader
buck teeth stoic &
snail’s pace means deprivation brain.

Who needs wings, what price
fire or blue-
faced rage?
Nobody hears but has half a mind. Body

left behind eons ago. Colostomy bag
a favorite keepsake.  
Halfway to a rat’s
ass. Real meat. Meager merkin in synthetic


purple. In short, Nobody's people
come from faraway 
to bring him home. Grapefruit
with the cyclops, 

Mister X-Ray needs more
Windex; the one head 
won't stop screaming.
Being on fire 

is never convenient
nor is breathing 
radiation; hard to keep a white
suit clean eating rotten fruit 
& antifreeze. 

Hirsute venusian:
where all the ladies at?
& the little green guy 
mute, points
at the purple squid.

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