here’s a blurb

i lunge at your venerable prize
at your demise

i am a partition
a parvenu of adhesives

i am a conclave of addictions
in for a nipper of revival

i am a theremin player from obscurity
counting my rosary adjournments

i am a respite of ill repute
cycling through the burbs of burblements

here’s a blurb —
siphon your securities expeditiously

and call your mutilation theologian
i’ll be here all week

What I’m Reading:

Here, streets lined with fresh
refugees, straggler homeless, cardboard
box men, prostitutes, pimps, beautiful
neighborhood people who teach me
you can get a great meal for $2 on
this block. How to eat with chopsticks,
which store gives free bread if you
don’t have $.

— Allison Adelle Hedge Coke / Look at This Blue