Schist. Mica.
The other
guy has a simpler
life. A banana
stand on
the boardwalk.
Rumor has
it & won’t give
it back.
Out of the sun
fly sinister
butterflies,
having no fun.
Swarming you,
symbols
of the soul’s
transformation
after death
or so says
the guy who played
Buffalo Bill
who went to the same
college I did.
Or are they
signs? Signifier
& Sigmund
the sea monster
who was more like
udon noodles
which were not a thing
in the 1970s
except maybe
in Japan
where they were just
food for thoughtless
teens hellbent
on fleeing their
uncles who kept stealing
their noses in
an act of malicious
synecdoche that
has resulted in
more than one
domestic incident.
There’s no need
to shout when
the band is
bringing it down -
a little bit
softer now, a little
bit country, a little
bit fascist neofolk.
Let it be
rock to blunt
the edgelords.
Guitar hooks,
right hooks,
Townshend’s cancerous
windmills. The kids
are in danger; actually
I hope to get quite old
to spite
appearances.
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