All my life I've been seven years old,
never told that if I broke the golden rope around my shoulders
and if I hold the holy ghost close like the pistol in my holster,
I could ride the brakes, fold right up,
hold the holy roller coaster upside down then tie a bow
and watch my throwing hand let go
Then a crateful of umbrellas fell and kept the rain at bay again
so I picked a thrifty switch and fixed it neatly to my cardigan
I shook the toaster upside down for a fistful of the crumbs within
and fed the ducks now resting in my furiously vacant skin
You, of all people, especially should know
how to juggle all these ducks without disrupting their presumpted rows
so no matter what the vice grip of the undertow might say
those waves are angry and that stubborn tide is
NOTHING if not here to stay
I'm still shaken when my roster shows a missing pair of water wings
I'm mistaken but my panic causes all the dormant manic things
I've laid to rest, kept in recess, but caffeinated fever dreams
compress my debt to a single cent, torch everything that's left
...so I got dressed
and (because you asked) I took the test,
did anything but try my best but
CRUSHED IT
less than zero stress,
then ate my breakfast, headed west.
Because if I'm stagnant, I'm invisible
so I, by principle, stay second-wind invincible for the once-thought
indivisible residuals we divvied up and cut with half-heart
LIVID parentheticals,
all now tethered to their brethren, all bereft and underfed,
and when that clock strikes half-past-ten
I best not hear you ask me when.
The gas station attendant claimed he rearranged his skeleton
to suppress his brittle neck's attempt to keep it in development
he cracks his knuckles, fills my tank with fumes and
ruminates while I contemplate when to make my final move.
The stop signs posit plot lines, hold the motion sickness over
but that PARASITIC HOST thought GOLDEN ROPE
his FOUR LEAF CLOVER
Now the forecast looks grim for a yes man, I've been told
so now I never leave the market when I'm feeling undersold.
Yes you, of all people, especially should know
how to juggle all these ducks without disrupting their presumpted rows
so no matter what the vice grip of the undertow might say
those waves are angry and that stubborn tide is
NOTHING if not here to stay
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