I copy you

you copy me

the earth revolves around a tree

a simianotic odyssey

 

pea pie tucked on high

whip-worn whiskey sauce the sky

chuckle in the theme hut

tighten down the wing nut

place unbound

walk-on why

demands a lie

 

I meander through the voiceless streets

the squalor romances me inward

equating love to inner landscape painting

when the stranger peels her skin from her swollen foot

 

more sinned against than sinning was he

good king wenceslousyfree

summation trundles in a baked alaska

big as a santy claus on

 

pea pie drunk in sty

shoehorn geetar

plunkin’ by

 

wouldn’t it be fitting if the whole world set to spinning

till a cloak the size of a solar flare

snuffed out the lights in the cold night air

 

igloo paper cup despair

surrounds a husky bred to pull

unyoked now, wondering what to do

 

as if the world were two

suburbia and katmandu

her hunger wags its name

unburdened by the dpi

of scanned and rescanned shame