The Deer That Ate My Brain Like it was Driftwood

The saliva was Technicolor just like his Mardi Gras mask
I started yelling at him but he was gone by the time I said “Your mother smells like the underside of my toenail!”

her eyes are like rocket fuel in my membrane ears
what was I doing in this field of candy canes and dead carcasses the hypocrisy of this nation is an itch on my shoulder that I can’t reach

not even with an undercooked steak that I used to heal my blackened eye the wintertime synagogue burned down last week and I didn’t know if the batteries tasted like they used to

your melancholy stasis punctuates me like an acupuncturist
I started to ooze green frogs and I wondered if a giant was dissecting me Probably not, cos I brought lunch to school

The surgery left me empty handed
The twin on my bicep keeps nagging me
I think I will eat him soon, or have him taken care of…professionally

Idioms and her flaxen undulating hair juxtapose
And my eyes are blinded for a short time
Yearning for unanswered waters always bring me to yielding failures

I’m tired of all these speaking esophagi that have no five-year plan The crispy flag smacked me in the face for no reason Sometimes high fives are the only thing that get me through the day.

- by a C r