dissolution

Carl sits on the shifting street


 like a mad god king throne, wicked high listening to the 


tense driving machines honk enraged and sketching 


disproportionate beautiful stick figures with the names 


and faces of his unborn children. 

Just for once in his life he wants to see


a really and truly goddamn dead body, spread out


 like so much butter on the asphalt by one of those 


blissful automobiles. Or look down the bridge and see blood twisting


 into meekly blushing water, dancing out, evacuating – 


 he has cut his finger. A rabies groan foams out of Carl,


  bubbles from his mouth and rests on his chin! He is 


thinking about cars – red ones with real beautiful bodies


 he can touch. Carburetor – carbohydrate – carbon? His 


moustache ferments on his lips.

If his wife loves him, will he be handsome, 


will he mow the lawn in half an hour? Could he breathe


any louder than he does right now? That traffic rhythm 


is getting into him, oozing through his pores 


and evaporating into the impeccably groomed 


burning black air. 


It has gone hotly dark unusually early.

Carl wants to give testimony in court


 so that he can tell the judge, “Your Honour, 


I feel so damn happy I could kill someone 


and feed it to my cat, and then I feel so damn sad 


I forget that other people can get sad too.” And then


 he’ll laugh at the judge’s powdered white wig 


and get thrown into jail as his Honour laughs 


right back at him, pompous cracked and harsh, and then 


dissolves into a smoker’s coughing fit – wracked by 


great tender nicotine sob shudders.

His mouth’ll be undulating dizzy, flapping 


open and shut like chicken-wire


 death doors guarded by charcoal men


 with gangrenous feet.

 Carl will pat him on his stark robed shoulder


 and breathe, “It’s okay, Your Honour,” as


 he’s dragged away calm between 


four bowling pin officers. It’s beneath him


 to go kicking and screaming.

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Yikes. Again, I'm not a fan of this one at all :(