Flare Up

Why is it that Monday is synonymous with fun
And lemons make great pets
In the age of no reason
Our friends are pairing off
And our enemies are single-celled melodies
With mud on their boots
And grape jelly in the treads

Here and now
We offer solutions
In the form of Cruisean democracy
Where one hand washes another foot
And another hand ties your laces
Soon there will be no more surprises
Even butterfly kisses and blowing bubbles
Will disappear within our genial codes
Only to be released at that specific moment
When they are to be treated like king's actions
And separated into factions

I still like apples
And popular science
And even the woman that sleeps in my bed
The tragedies that surround us
Are so commanding
That we breathe in staccato
And eat fancy cheese

I hold nothing against you
Dearest planet walker
You are just the same vernacular
Vermin
Toothache
That can attest to the cavity
That churns in the basement
The guts of the merry-go-round
All greasy with anticipation
And festive from the right perspective
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1.15.08