Some Late Night Thoughts of Mortality While Staring Glassy-Eyed At Karen Black
Look at you all chased by shin
high tribal fetish with razor sharp
spears! Bug-eyed and winsome
courageously daffy really
among a family of rich eccentrics -
the ping pong kept them human,
in the '70s tables were everywhere
and the silenced Poundian father
gave them gravity -
dithering alone to Tammy Wynette
without realizing you're alone
It really truly does often all
come down to trapped
in a truck stop restroom
either puking and pregnant
or puking and deserted
staring at what's left
in a smeared reflection
passing for a mirror
If only you knew
what was coming -
the global crash, the air
the floods
you would grab
a few of those handy
rolls in the john
and construct what
is known as a shirker's nest
and wait out a few nights
If you think those hairs
on your chicken leg
were gross just wait
until Ronald Reagan
is upheld as a hero
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