Thursday, April 23, 2020

glister

Maybe I’m too old for this
glitter, false lashes, but

I’d rather be a fool than
dull.

Sprinkle on some dew
fresh perversity

it lasts a little, till
the glitter 

rubs off, beneath
it's the same old--

overdone.
It gets so 

every fresh wet gleam 
looks greasy,
stale edged.
Take the edge off.

It's the ad age. I
buy it

all.
I’d rather be a fool

than
see

After the flash and bang fade
take a little ease

a little slide
away

don’t watch the edges
legs 
scurry

Don’t
see

teeth with holes
holes with teeth

beneath

sic transit gloria.
Monday. Let's

live large, die young
contra mundi
Don’t you dare
see the cracks

in my eye crease--
Let's

live forever. Let’s die
young

Kyrie eleison
I guess I’ll paint more glitter on

my eyelids. Come on,
let’s beat the old drum

one more night again
Christe eleison

one more night
it's Monday night again

Has it been a hundred years asleep
a hundred years backdebt of grief--

I don't think
about it. See,

it's Monday,
time 

for one more kiss
with teeth

Sick sick sic

glitter it thicker,
gloria let's

transit
one more night
again

it's like this, see?



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