Tuesday, August 18, 2026

i saw desperate sex underneath the holiday

even the tour bus was naked and blue

i saw secret men grab shiny fistfuls

of wish-wet coins at the fountain fold

and are you sure?

i saw angels scratching the skin under their halos

i saw a label: “made in the hollow earth”

and i’m not sure.

making a house in my mashed potatoes

can we squish this garbage into a world

with sticky jungle gyms for our kids

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