Worst case scenario: we're alive. This is it. The Big Show

 

Nothing new under the sun. 2 feet on the ground, no refutation of gravitational penumbra

 

Zen of Bullshit. No spiritjargon, no revival. No shamans spinning in the fire

 

No raindance; no rain, no dance

 

No rim shot, no side-bench; no cheerleaders, no audience; no players, no coach, no game. Nothing but net

 

Swaddled light, Hush: How obscene

 

Freaksilence. City lodged in your canyon mouth. Ring of wet skulls. Bug guts on splotchy windshield of yr soul.

 

Infinite Circle as Liar. Human Heart as pontific asshole

 

Pinch of sand in the desert. Pinch of thirst. Pinch of faith. Sawtoothed, dickless ghosts. Ghosts wearing sheets. Ghosts razing graves with feckless fury. Ghosts watching Ghost w/ Patrick Swayze

 

The wind blowing yr head off on a shotgun night

 

Jettisoned heart, AKA meat. Junk-lump of something to piece apart with rusty talon. A polished apple, rotted, rootless to the core

 

Yr grandmother in a rocking chair with a broken neck. Cuticles stained. Wax buildup in her ear

 

Other possibilities: vile, two-dollar motel thoughts. Knifeglimmer. Fist-splutter. Rodeo ruckus. Lukewarm inferno. Sucking ether through a barbed straw, downing dust through a colander

 

Phone booth wrapped in Christmas lights. Dog shit w/ cocktail umbrella. Pearl of light encased in sea of grease, eels slogging through the slick in search of

 

Escalator to nowhere

 

A toothless man daring you to throw the first punch in a church parking lot

 

Tongueflick & thighflecks. Sawdust Zeus. Riot rhythmic, candy clawed pincers. Waist w/ built-in zipper

 

Another alternative: sidereal overtures. Bird-quiet. Jab of faith w/cosmic confetti. Exorcismic break- dancing

 

Mere suggestion of mannequin tears. Music box decked in Yes. A starving dog called Hope. Shredded maps caught in yr eye. Sailing home on half heartheaves

 

Yet another: dungeon of guilt. Yr clavicle on a hook, waving hello. Gallows full

 

Profound realization: the experience of flying nearly identical to that of drowning

 

Dim lit dandelions. Rabbit fur on fire. Blinking trap with a note that reads Do Not Touch. Leaky faucets & shit poems. Mud pies & Saturn

 

Smuggling hot air balloons into the sky under threat of amputation

 

Crawling into yr casket, sewing yr mouth shut. Yr grace an irradiated lake

 

Flesh. Wire. Casing. Gnawing, Gnawing.

 

Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera

 

Best case scenario: always an inch from beginning but not yet begun. Pre-unfurling. Pre-Albatross

 

An arrangement of beautifully blown champagne flutes overflowing with gasoline, waiting in style for corks to pop, sparks to pour

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