Anti-Poem the Chucko Children

The Chucko Children roller derby brains passing into the steel mainspring if we eat these slivers of veal paradox and watercress the chucko children will slip beyond the sly pastures they will forever traverse the bone rub badlands the golden hard-on matinees, the grinding piano teeth tearing it up, absorbing the pretenses, the stoney soufflés the moulin rouge’ side glances dripping from the stars now it’s clinging to your skin like jellyfish regurgitations the simplex television people rattle chains during halftime roller derby brains passing through the perforations the backwash inseminations from a thousand lost nights the dusty facades of made-up motel girls smoking fear sticks hey you, yeah you, i got ten bucks in my pocket all for you maybe you and me can test the winds and apply the dance we can slip beyond the sly pastures, the stoney soufflés the war still rages, even as the comatose night sleeps on We can hear the chucko children tearing it up grinding it out, bringing it on, again and again inside the steel mainspring