Garbage day

There’s danger in another way
leading the charge, and
my pensées are getting crispy.
And that stupid lisp
the pawnbroker slapped on me
is giving me the shakes.
How many slips before I finally slide
into a nightmare peep show?
Give me the go-ahead already,
I’m red in the groin.
I can only eat sirloin on garbage day,
that’s what she told me,
and she put her tongue, well,
all over , and I wept a little
because it felt so nice
to be an objet de désir for once
and not simply an objet.
You put a village in a vessel
to get your game in lock,
that’s what she told me.
We walk along in silken shadow.
My gums are wearing thin.

-r. miller

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