mmcxxii

sad solid sun

dear mr. bigstuff,

who do u think

you are?  u should

know better than

anyone that big

is in the eye of

the beholder.

here’s mud

in your eye,

not boulder

(n., this rock

i ask u2 choke-

hold at, let’s say,

around 5:30pm,

{which, by now}

which, by then)

gets gotten up

like ego; pumped,

not vacuumed

all up—or down.
—up  /  not down—

watch as it

gathers gout

at & about you

mad moon bum