darking bog
he always ran real loose with
syntax juxtaposition seemed in possession
of a walleyed
dyslexia
-- what the fuck you looking at
I got me a lazy eye and a fantastic cogswork
Ive
seen things youd never imagine
and if I trip over my feet misspeak
the end result is always innarestin
aint no fuckin way in hell Im taking anything back
comon a darking
bog is self-evident
then again so
were a lot of truths that were overturned threatened to have their heads smashed their spines piledrived through their brains
if they refused to pull back their remarks and align with those who said
otherwise
better alive and a coward huh than
a dead brave
and a liar
then what is yours afterwards
he thought lie to me ONCE and all
bets are off Ill never trust you again
brusque
yeah
but I havent
time for liars
I
have a honed razor a softnose
bullet a garrote
Lies arent pretty
their results are ghastly
darking bogs love pups
Dachshunds someone - go
ahead - and tell me that mutt
aint all fucked up a stretch limbousine that cant get over a
curb steps on its ears
furrows dirt with an erection
-- Call it Schatzi and I swear Ill throwup
nervous spindlelegged rats called Chihuahuas tethered by thin leatherleashes
that drag them down
the strap always bellied never pulled taut
bugeyed anxious
always Doom in their next step
darking bogs were scattered throughout
the neighborhood baying at his passing
suspicious curious bored
and eachs nose at their chainlinked fences were belied
their aggression by
wagging tails
all but One
stoic staring stifftailed
while a grayed muzzle it had a straight back and clipped belly
he seen it all before and everything simply recurred
on a loop
on the other side of the locked gate
on
all sides around him by tall chain fences
the epitome
of a darking bog
1316, Sunday,
27 4. 14
