Friday, August 11, 2023

Poem: Advice

 Advice

 

streets are tongues, tarred in place,

otherwise they’d whip up

and flap like destiny:

 

‘why erect hives

of greedy cubicles, are you

such horny parasites?’

 

pigeons are omens,

but you shouldn't wig out

on the prophecies of nature.

 

liquor stores

are plentiful and fine.

 

avoid wrappers

or you might get the evil eye

from a cow turned cheeseburger.

 

keep your wingtips cruising,

don't speak to derelicts or ghosts!

 

it takes a lot of stress

to keep all the gagged injustice

down.




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