Muddy Constellations
It's just the way you're sewn together
the way DNA twists and bends
a bow-legged soul
going around every mud puddle
encountered...
then bragging about
having been there, done that
while having done nothing
and been nowhere
wrapped tight inside
a
varicose veneer cornucopia
etched
"Untested
comfort".
I like to splash in mud puddles
that you've avoided
taste the grit of life
pass a wet Mexican gold blunt
round and round the devil's circle
eat Percocet pie
slap a muddy paw
against the flanks of
pristine
until the night blacks out
then hack down a
slippery staircase
knead a muddy morning constellation
glaze it with cheap secondhand tattoos and beer piss
bake it all in an oven on pinball tilt
then laugh the laugh of crows and jackals.
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