Another day of applying for jobs and setting up interviews. In the midst of that bland chaos I managed the poem printed below:
Copycat
Wailing off into the sunset,
"look ma, no reason for any of this,
just amoral bliss..." pockets yanked
into elephant ears, snickerdoodle
nod I miss or forget it, no
single person exists save the target.
I cross my fingers twixt their hairs & trigger
golden applesauce across our history.
Narrative, shrewd judge, thwacking upon scales -
It's the folk's they don't pay, unincorporated
pestilence gums the cogs, soiling the pyramid.
In the dark, fear lays strewn for the seizing.
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