I attempted to

pull myself up

by my bootstraps—

but discovered I was

wearing

loafers,

and I sought to keep it in perspective,

but my camera switched

to selfie mode

–in and of itself, terrifying—

and my dysmorphia deepened,

and I tried to brush it off

shoulders

–squaring—

(2)

but my Roomba

(with a view)

had hella strong force,

and I was obliged

to suck it up instead.

 
after catching so

many flies

–with baited breath—

sick

it was a wonder the drumroll

didn’t precede a rimshot,

the build-up wasn’t

on teeth dba feet

–in gum space–

and the hoopla

didn’t signal

circus tricks

–a 70’s trend

so un PC–

but resolve of will,

in 1 direction.

 
 
There wasn’t enough

glue to fix

that kind of Krazy

but you could mask it

in Scotch

–plenty of it—

enough to send those demons

packing—

taped and tacked with

all thumbs,

a full ten or more

skimming

make-believe tomes

comprising library

pasted to wainscoting

–lifelike prints of

prints

imprint–

mimicking shelves.

 
 
rocks frolic

in the surf,

and shadows attach

to unfettered heel

–pretending ownership—

I
 
 
push through break

at shoreline

–angelic cur a stone-faced foreground

to cliffs that play dead

festooned in scaffolding

the teetering planks

cage façade and

dissembling,

I dismantle. . .

deconstructing

the architecture

of death

–instead of bread–

examine pain

pulsing

& flamboyant,

consuming

& unconsumed,

denuding

& gutted

–the wood drifts

from my hands

aware of fetching opportunity

the while long

–gulls circle—

on unseen thermals

paragliding without

billow.

I light the

refusal

–igniting

cherry sugar bomb so

finite carbon powders’

keg

overwriting surfer

(who)

explodes in the .wav

& .wav & .wav

(& .wav)

that role on

–crushing silent thunder

in drowning aftermath

(which way is up!)

incalculable

(it adds up)

radioactive.

I had a stupid
clock that clucked,
cuckoo didn’t work for
f*ck
it clicked
the minutes
long–
and struck
the hour when it wanted. . .
it could be
quarter past or more,
5 o clock?
it clucked just 4,
and mounted square
above the door
I ran late as it taunted
–time and me
oh, chickadee,
clicked, and clacked, and rattled
pecking hands
that finally–
chucked it,
and skedaddled.

 
 
 
cuckoo

adjective/KOO-koo

Definition:

1: of, or relating to, the cuckoo bird

2: deficient in the sense of intelligence–silly

3: more compelling word prompt for Easter–Jesus, happy egg day, bunnies. 🙂