All Covered w Cheese

 
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.