Atomic.


Magnificent
bald pate a crown proudly
worn with mouthfuls
of chestnuts &
an electrodermal audit
already scheduled
for Wednesday after
next.  Pack up
the syllabus & run
directly to the post office.
Your creepshow
is better than my
autobiography but
just as sanguine.


Take a breather
if you must enter
the plains of
spelter the infernal
rain, internal me
a bittersweet
meatman.  One
cannot love
another until
one expels the inner
chili-flavored ramen
noodles bought
for a dollar at the bodega
with the garlic
clove and
the horseshoe hung
for luck beside
the Geiger
counter
which is the only thing
in your life
that seems to be
increasing.

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