a sliver waxes

by Steven J. Serafiani

i am scared of all- a fear
tourniquet keeping all blood and
adrenaline housed in an animal
bath of lukewarm flight. You poor

bastard. Courage father left you in
boyhood. Adolescence mixed in puberty
shame with adulthood machine. Slow step
through societal meadow.

Slow

suicide of thought and individual. I am
not certain of these things all
seem certain of. Certain of

lime sweeps and vine crawl. Everyday that
clock counts and you relish in dorm
doom. An assisted living pink pill
case.

So,

either change now dodo- embrace
dada potato salad sling. Invent
your creation on the side of
magnificent mantra climb.

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