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CLOWN DUTY

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Not my circus, not my monkeys.-Polish proverb


CLOWN DUTY

Born wrong, he got me right
Celebrates my fanny
Charms, trailer windows, black mind
For comedy. Gutterized beau
Replete with affection disorder
Grog blossoms, cauliflower ear
For doggerel. Broken noise.

Bloviating Master of Ceremonies.
Glitterized stallions. Elastic pratfalls.
Nothing distracts from my To-Do List:
Test trapeze. Reform winter law.
Conduct gravity. Reorient.
Polish tinware. Flush away

Chimp guano. Marvel
At the mess we’ve made, beatify
Our radical slaphappy love
Bless big top bounty
The largesse of my longing.
Remember what matters.

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POVERTY BADGE . . . recycled photo naturally. I am nothing if not resourceful.

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POVERTY BADGE

Redemption. Found?

How can I tell

See through smudge

Survive smears?

New pain. Ancient pain.

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Everything hurts.

You never leave.

Chief wound.

Kitchen universe rub out.

Incidents blur into one

Gorgeous fight.

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I sanctify slaughter, swine

My pearls so well.

Hire me to steal

Mother your tribe

Whitewash collisions.

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Did you eat crow?

Do the required thing,

Resplendent in a martyr’s coat,

Beyond reproach in glaring

Red numbers.

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Our woody fruit burst,

Prevailing discovery,

Insensible bed, small

Household forsook.

For sale. Black

Corsette. Never worn.

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You and your vapid skanks.

Fellatio’d in the green room

Another score before grace

Our happy hour in shreds.

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We may find miles and miles

But the door-poor walk in half.

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DETECTIVE WORK . . . sloppy or otherwise

Pedro Reyes

DETECTIVE WORK

Only God knows.
Fuck God. Horny
Marauder. I disarmed
God eons ago but

I have been blessed
With X-ray vision.
All the better to ogle
Your boobs
Though it’s motive I see

Glaring through hotbeds
Of rose mallow
Blaring past foghorns
Of hickory smoke.

Theories sound
As any scientist’s
I uncover proof
You can’t bear
To look at.

Bright, beckoning.
Ultramarine.
Nature vs nurture?
Meh. Murderous intent

Seeped into human cells
Eons ago.
Kill To Live.
It’s not just a prison tatt.

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EVERY HAND JOB

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EVERY HAND JOB

Every hand job
Ever given
Every hand job
Ever received
Belongs to me.

Each furtive grope
Stolen kiss, mine.
You fuck
I come.

The time you delivered pizza
To a lonely silk robe clad blonde
The one who took your virginity
I was there.
That was me.

I’ve been inside
Every bachelor apartment
In the world
Since bachelors began.

Your escapades, my escapades.
Your sex, my sex.
I lick, suck, bang
For you
Whenever you can’t make it

For no reason
For every reason.

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