idk

Gaudy language always sweeping
Up between my lovers conversation an I’m
Briefly halted by sappy shit. Like,
You know how I slept in my dead
Brothers’ bed for eight nights straight
Because of moral obligation? I can try
To give some eloquence, but really
What I mean is, I wanted to rinse his
Smell out of the sheets with my sweat
And my alcohol so his wife could come
Back into the room in peace without
This trench of senses. I’m convinced this
Is the only historical positive act of
Chemical warfare man has ever committed.
And when I was 20, my brother hit a kid so hard
In the face that his eyes rolled up inside
His head and I thought he might waft up
A ghost out of his body like in Looney Tunes.
And so instead of praying, I’m sleeping in this empty
Bed thinking of Bugs Bunny plucking
Two fingers in between Elmer Fudd’s
Shotgun and nonchalantly chomping on
The end of a carrot. You know what I mean?

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