Monday, February 27, 2017

TODAY & TOMORROW I AM NOTHING LESS THAN FOUR TELETUBBIES WHOSE BELLY IS THE BACKSTREET BOYS "I WANT IT THAT WAY" AGAIN, AGAIN & AGAIN

i don’t want cavities per say
but i don’t want another reason to brush my teeth

then again maybe

life is a murder mystery novel
whose detectives crack down to single out
the champion, the one who can murder your little heart
the most

i have a picture of my #1 suspect (2nd degree murderer)
in an underground cellar concealed in an envelope
that i show no one

sometimes
i wake up before the city
head to the cellar unfollowed not by the slightest tweet of vermin
& barefooted

& i interrogate to photographs
"if we stay together are u going to keep breaking my heart?"
the photos always reply the same thing 
"not constantly, but consistently"



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