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.
Tag: competition
Untitled 07182013, second draft
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
An incantation
The machete blade
Turns to coin.
Reminding my shrink of this story
He hands over a live freshwater trout
I really can’t compete.
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