Night Mare

What a Night
Mare
as if this dark horse
threw a shoe
“Fuck it,” she said
I like sneaking

Pretty soon religion
will be free
and then what will we
believe in?

God’s war
accept he never signed
the check
and left the waitress
with the bill

Do people
still get Tweety Bird tattoos?
a pet you don’t have to feed

The fake flowers
begin to wilt
because they always wanted
to be a real boy
and now
after we all die
the image we are remembered
by
rots on the flesh
of the uninspired

tweet tweet tweet
the yellow bird says

-2008

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