mush

by Steven J. Serafiani

neuroses build
relationships lessen
shrine to self set up top
shelf. you ain’t 12 no

more, who do you think
you’re kiddin’. in debt not
with paper but to a follicle
fallout and undiagnosed
repression. pathological

in the, what the fuck am I
doin’ typa slide. hey, it’s
okay as we all are in that
goddamned cliché concordia

yawl.

captain, no captain slush it
down ya salient sailor. now,

wipe that salt and

mush!

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