my diamond rotted
–dunno
musta been organic, ‘cause it just rotted.
(no preservatives)
Conflicted to start,
conflicted
(and faceted)
to end
it carved sparkles in rhetoric,
fool outta gold, and
just dessert in lieu of
cloying sentiment…
S’okay, tho!
I been pullin’ apart
a picket fence decoupage…
made a’ macaroni, and all the glue that couldn’t fix Krazy
eyeballin’ Yankee Doodle
noodle
by
new dull,
notin’ that spaghetti Cowboy is
sketchy as hell–
–hell, sketchy as
me
to draw a parallel that ain’t art
(like that decoupage)
…
no sirree–sorry
S’now I wear a pasta
penance
pendant.
banglin’
danglin’
s’ketti
at wrists
& corkscrews in my ears &
I don’t feel the cheesiness
near as loud, anymore,
or sense the murmur
of crowded hearts
SWOOSH-swoosh
…
SWOOSH
…
sw-
…
oosh
clatter of
fallin’ din, stainin’ like
smashed
heirloom
…
tomatoes.
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