energy wells up
and out
taking an
ejaculatory trajectory
splashing at my feet
a hail of bullets
kicking up dirt,
'dance...i said dance!'

the unearthly sound
of wheels on interstate pavement
miles away,
filtered through a
good-for-nothing town
and hovering just outside
my ear
like a mosquito
reminding me
in a nearly inconspicuous
red smear
of all the warm-blooded excitement
that's been had without me

artificial intelligence
prayed for me
to find faith in god,
the ghost of Mother Mary in the machine,
intercessor
on behalf of
all the 1's and 0's
that litter this dualistic landscape
in serious need
of a trim,
snapping off all the synaptic cynicism
that distinguishes me
from the fundamentalist herd
trampling my soul
in the name of an 'almighty

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in this bible belt, where plastic hangers are snapped in half over exposed backsides, you'll find cavities as big as the plot holes being driven through the scriptures by a wooden stake doused in holy water.

i work tonight. how shitty is that. wow, ushering in the new year...by putting up a truck. be still my heart. fuck you capitalist swine!

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somewhere out there,
in a coconut shell
cow brains slosh front to back
as you smash your gas pedal down
into a years-old imprint