3.10.2014

sordid sonnet 23



Gets angry     whips around, assembles
not quite dispensables    anchored w flip oxy—
cold fish call for slap-yappy newsprint:
agency breaks in    to Sir Veil our you;
all across flip lash scurries dim hint..
cereal killer chokes her wheat e’s with moxie !
being camera’d,  yr nod grumbles:
just a season since a minute grew

Then the ents get formidable by burning
a nonbreaking space as the cone re-enters
our altered atmosphere;
weapons will always be with you—churning
of course,  & renting the centers...
A shrugging life-history, flat/clear

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