Thursday, April 14, 2022

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Unfinished Business

He swore
he hadn’t
really
wanted
to be
dead.

The last
piece of
the puzzle
was baked
into a pie.

The sun had
left the land
a barren
portrait of
the scorched
red sky.

The business
men felt use
less paying
thousands
for each 
silk necktie.

Our tongues
are spliced
and honed,
spew civil
servitude
and lies.

His spousal
fossil’s
muscles
jammed
‘cuz no
where to
get high.

The king’s
ham came
with gravy
that was
poisoned
by the spy.

Despite the
lies, the sky,
once high,
tied ruined
pickled hu
mans all
together,

strung them
up on a heavy
rope, tied from 
ancient regal
redwood

to ancient
regal red
wood, be
fore a one
could say
even a
singular
goodbye.

weird babies