who wouldn’t like being a wine cork?

no one remembers the songs
left in the shops and offices
closed for the night or beggars
crushed by the eyes of the coins
they think it’s just air in the briefcases
passersby carry
and the void of the water pipes in
abandoned buildings it is
finally free like the liquids
and breadcrumbs untouched
unnoticed by jesus

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12 thoughts on “who wouldn’t like being a wine cork?

  1. BREADCRUMBS UNTOUCHED
    SHOWING AN INTEREST IN BEARDED SEX
    RESTRICTIONS ON TOP OF OTHER RESTRICTIONS
    HIS APPENDAGE OUT OF SIGHT
    SHE SAID THAT SHE WAS SMILING
    SHE SAID THAT HE WAS POINTING NORTH
    MARRIAGE POEMS HIDDEN UNDER ROCKS
    POETRY ABOUT THE NECESSITY
    OF GROWING ANOTHER WOMAN
    COUNTING ALL THE LETTERS
    IN YOUR OTHER NAME
    PONDERING IF SOMEONE
    HAS COMMENTED ON THE GORGEOUS WORM
    BROWN FROM THE TOBACCO-BARNS

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    • ON YOUR WEDDING NIGHT YOU ATE SOUP
      MADE FROM TOBACCO SPIT
      EACH FAMILY MEMBER DONATED
      YOU THINK BACK ON IT NOW
      LIKE A KING
      AND NOT SOME CLAY CREATURE
      STYLIZED SENTIMENTALISM
      —YOU MAY BE A KING
      UNDISCIPLINED FLIGHTS OF FANCY
      SIGHTS AND SOUNDS
      ROMANCE LOOTING
      THEN PUNCTURE

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      • who knows? perhaps you live in a house
        full of poems between the boards and bricks
        poems clogging the toilets all at once
        waking up at 4am chainsmoking living worms
        while trying to point them north

        courteous clay creatures dance on the roof
        unable to erase the birds from the sky

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        • MY HOUSE IS FULL OF COARSE GARMENTS
          FOR THE POOR
          AN ENTRANCE AND AN EXIT
          OUTSIDE HIGH IN A TREE
          SPYING ON THE FRUIT
          OF A MOTHER’S SIN
          EXPLOITED CROSSWORD PUZZLES
          WHEN I CANNOT THINK OF AN ANSWER
          I PRINT YOUR NAME IN THE EMPTY BOXES
          YOUR CONSTANT SUGGESTIONS
          WHAT AM I TO THINK ?

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          • they hang their pants on the branches
            and forget about them
            their names, too long to remember
            could drill holes in the sky
            if they contained neither TH nor PH
            they can hide in the empty boxes
            in your basement shrouded in spaghetti

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            • THE TREE BRANCHES GROW FROM THE MARRIAGE BED
              RELATIVES REFUSE TO DISCUSS THIS SUBJECT
              THEY SOUND LIKE MICKEY SPILLANE
              WITH A BAD COLD
              HINTS OF DOMINANT MASCULINITY
              WITH YOUR PANTS ON PUBLIC DISPLAY
              TOUGH-GUY PANTS—NO DOUBT
              can you imagine you wearing fancy pants ?
              CRIME INVESTIGATORS CONSTANTLY MONITOR YOU
              UNEMOTIONAL EYES—AMBIGUOUS ORIENTATION
              REALITY CONSTANTLY DEGENERATING
              COOKIE-CUTTER HOUSING
              LOTS OF BABY TALK WITH NO BABY
              UNDERLYING SECURITY
              ANXIETY ABOUT MANLINESS
              UPRIGHT WITH A .44 MAGNUM

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              • Quasi-human ears hang from the curtains and blinds.
                You can hear all kinds of tall tales from strange people,
                from people who eat empty pants and tree branches,
                trying to make yourself comfortable on a splintery bench,
                drinking stale beer and devouring chicken wings
                delivered yesterday from an inner-earth farm.
                (Are they good? Were they able to make them fly?)
                The universe is roaring in the restrooms, if you care to pay attention.
                There is also a sound issued by a few empty boxes
                arranged on the roof for the purpose of catching an inedible bird.
                (Are the wings any good?) Long-bearded astronauts,
                if they stay outside long enough, might be caught as well.

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    • do you believe that yog-sothoth will
      really change everything even the unchangeable
      nonchalantly playing with liquid wine corks
      swearing that he was born in the us
      sacrificing his appendages for your repast
      between evening and morning
      mind you they are to be eaten raw
      if you want to get a real taste

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      • MEDDLING OF CONSCIENCE WITH AN IMMATERIAL MATTER
        GET A REAL TASTE DADDY-MOMMY-YOUNG MAN
        RUNNING OUT THE DOOR
        PAST NEEDLEWORK FROM RELATIVES
        GORGEOUSLY EMBROIDERED XMAS GIFTS
        LEFT BEHIND
        *even today they shame your name

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        • HIGHLY DETERMINISTIC IVAN OF AUMQUE
          ESCAPE FROM SITUATIONAL FATE UNLIKELY
          SHADOWS OUTSIDE AT NIGHT
          WATCHING
          IMAGES OF ENTRAPMENT
          UNSAVORY SUBJECT MATTER
          NARRATIVES IN NEAR DARKNESS
          EMOTIONAL BRUTALIZATION
          BEYOND CIGARETTES AND BOOZE
          HOLIDAY CARDS OF MISSPENT YOUTH

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    • DREAMS ABOUT MATERNAL RETALIATION
      AND CORKS
      OPENING AND CLOSING THE PRIVATE PARTS
      AND CORKS
      I WENT TO SCHOOL AND WAS TAUGHT THUMB-SUCKING
      SELF-INFLICTED CENSURE WAS A CONSTANT FEAR
      EMILY DICKINSON’S DIARY BULGED
      SEEING THROUGH GOD-LIKE EYES
      PLEADING FOR SOMETHING SPECIAL
      TO SLAY THE IGNORANCE OF VICE

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