wish I could

push pause on this

cheap wal-mart

DVD player

we call a livelihood

and

attempt to

pocket a single

moment

like

Little Debbie

snack cakes

at the arco station.

but i'd advise you

to get the routine down

pat

before you start forcing

mistakes

for attraction.

memorize your speech

before you

choke on your

words like

cocks

against the gag

reflex that

disobeys

on halloween,

when that old

as fucking

kryptonite

woman down the street,

urges you to take

a handful

of white choices

from that cheap

bowl,

the one with the

anamatronic

hand of ambition

that sneaks upon

your frail exoskeleton,

warning you to shut your legs

(if i were you)

before you're dealt

a swift kick

to your failing liver.