the skip in my step with every sip of morning poison
& then even the sun, the welcome light of Spring can't keep me
keep me from needing the release of some Black Vomit
'cause I come home and morning TV
Hoda Kotb, who is, I'm sure, very nice, is there in purple
game shows, "ain't nobody here but us chickens"
the chuckle clucks of this middle class gutter of the mind
the mind that has given me peep nightmares
brings a small tear to my eyes when I hear
hear Wolf Eyes with Dr. Anthony Braxton
with my coffee
then this chick on Martha says
"kids love chickens" and I definitely want to throw up
(it's a picture I took of a work by Dan Flavin at the MOMA in New York)
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