boom

These are really mine,

I stole them all from Webster’s;

Every single word.

the struggle is real today

one of these days where
the sun is out, sky blue, &
everything's sideways

Can someone call a

Doctor tell them we’re all sick

Of playing these games

Pointing fingers these

Phallic phantasmagoric pieces

Exist above & below

The boulevard.

A strip-show scene thrumming

With worldly travelers from the four corners

Eager to spin wheels, win back their wages