Future Deleted Experiment of the Present # 11

“Cousins, And Omens In Steel Cut Oats?”

back to buskin buckets with broom handles

brittle on the corner of another broadway and sadness

plucking personal weeds to sell at market how drunkard dreams peddle prophet share in superficial secret

to exchange for omens with owls sowing steel cut oats like poverty in opulent blandness

a tawny frogmouth flapping inappropriate bile behind backs curated of curse and coward, brotherly bupropion smile minds dystopian lack of guile

you doomed to repeat this

you perspired personification of parking lots, empty asphalt endless, you asshole it’s your fault

like a vacancy inn sleekit

mugged by miniature struggles of misbehavior misshapen

from drinking your miles, tires worn down

fall of tiny empire, mighty cousin of the let down

you sit down shut up and shaken

your prose a red nose worse read aloud but heaven ain’t having your type of clown

belief that forgiveness be certain is a joke written by the mistaken