Just the Same

Gibberish
catfish

face down, they
found him in a ditch

murmuring heartbeat
dastardly distraction

just don’t have time
to battle with
calluses all day

smug
a scoop of ice cream
in a root beer mug

a snake
in your birthday cake
still licking frosting
from cookie fingers

a rattled escapade
taking for granted
this heavy-handed
misinterpreted miasma

here I am
stationed
in front of three-way mirror

flossing teeth
of day’s things

disagreed/disregard

gristle
in place of

gratitude

patting down
to find
peace of mind

so sad
this sorry
sack of
substance

desperation/inspiration
eyes are glued just
the same

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