You mention yr secret like a chipped front tooth shot across the grapefruit sky yr smile smoke trails behind And I defer ... slice my name in two spray its pieces with hundreds of random numbers where they feed I feast Now you know me.
I don’t give a shit
About the jungle
Or your long trek
To profitable madness
As I sound out that place’s strange name
Sweating, mosquito-thick, blood green
Impossible to itch
The machete blade
Turns to coin.
Reminding my shrink of this story
He hands over a live freshwater trout
I really can’t compete.