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have yourself a merry little cognitive dissonance

him: as if he was pouring
hot cocoa out of his mouth
that's how he spoke
brazen king of his own sandbox
deadly poisons in his pockets
worn out armor of conceit

her: trivial bohemian from the ante-delusion era
copper trash can in a witch’s hat
bleeding in heart
tin heart
thin tin
tinkering: tin-feelings-blood

musically-minded-mindful-full-moon
over her head full of excuses why not
she travels only by hot air balloon
not to put her foot on
the landscape below filled with
cheese and bacon half-eaten by rats

him: flakes of dead skin on her lawn
that’s the extent of his presence
rotten to the bone bearwolf trickandtreat
done and gone

them: always say never
hence and forthwith lethal poetry
legally breaking chains of time
their words are screwdrivers and hammers
unknowingly, they call for a chainsaw from heaven
to break the stern poverty of their thoughts

him: misheard and mishugged
if you can imagine that
disturbed by a somewhat familiar theme
wild strawberries buried in sour cream
the rare always attract more rotten tomatoes
he says he is inspired by them

them: will always have a good time
frenetically genetically unequally human
all capable to have fun make fun run fun
never think of what you have done

SCREAM IF IT HURTS YOU TO PRETEND

her: airy fairy all contrary to their cultural mind clots
she has libraries of eaten words
knitted together otherworldly with Cynical resolve
without hot air she is an empty dress
she dances to her moon nevertheless
as though survival or procreation never ruled her nerves
as though gravity never made her fall
in spite of much flutter
stricken by one missed call
tears in a gutter
weeds grow between her fingers
is that dead or alive?
wanted or caught?

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