where Bored walk,

and Parks Play–

I gotta give him props…

he is a real estate tycoon!

–in the Monopoly game of mind–
 
 
 
owning the better part of all titles,

and lucky

lucky

lucky

–since quitters go to jail on

double-

down and out

and homeless don’t pass Go so much

as trespass Go,

on Milton Bradley’s block,

2 C notes the poorer, and

slummin’ through backwood barrio

(purples, you know)

–eventual says pool of looping synapse,

turned cardboard sign for

thumbin’ in Orange County

–missin’ Free Parking

by miles…

by boxcars

and

><

this much

–stash

of 5 Bills

(‘promise sorry notes)

just growin’, and

it’s always

(and oddly)

a relief to round

the corner & pay

that highway robber’s rent

again…

to bunk in at

Marvin’s garden

–a bright yellow so Van Gogh,

.period.

& thought train

swirly good

–blurred at the edges

just enough to

make believable…

hell, he’s a slumlord

–sure—

but he’s my slumlord,

and real estate

isn’t worth beans

–in Kansas.

Big Brother

is our confidant,

our show and tell

our monitor,

our mentor,

and our chronicler,

and we are mutton fodder

not at Camp Granada…

we are simple

sheep herd,

and Big Brother is no shepherd

at least that’s what

I heard

on vimeo

& youtube

when

iTuned

facebook

live.

Faeries

need ink

to ride tails

–if kites are without, most certainly—

to distract

predator

with well

(and good)

–accumulated codes

and dealing

cards

(unmarked!)

is acceptable, too,

but faeries oughtn’t

get inked themselves

–most especially when Imps

are about

—imposter—

since Imps

—impudent—

are known to

steal story

—imprint–

I broke

a•part

the

W

–needing only 1–

since 2 can point to who

not U

–and 1 can fill

the

s

u

n

I  organized my

eyebrows…

dusted off my tits,

knocking noggin into

stone several times

to improve

neuroplasticity

wanting to excise silly

from that putty,

I subbed chisel

for scalpel

unconcerned excess glitter

rendered bellum

sparkly,

I corn-rowed cranium

relieving chaotic thoughts

and with powerful system in place,

oh!

limbic system, and

top of the podium gold,

I hit hippocampus,

crashing class under guise

of auditing.