Have A Good One [Just wasted]
Just wasted
and taking it.
In life
I rally
constantly.
Effort is what we
breach. And
accountability.
Honed limits
do you require
ruthlessness or subtlety?
The # for that delivery service
I could find. My
instinct is to agree
with the collective.
I’ll flip over
their indoor/outdoor
reversible rug.
But my feelings
& their representatives
the passing sacrosanct
mob cuddle
stirring expedience
are mine. Gradations
of default tenor.
Anything but more instinct.
A proxy of determination
in a cosmic discharge salon
speaking freely of cost’s
elephantine deployable
former charm.
I’m micromanaging nausea.
The dishes are twilighting.
The dairy scythe elevatrix
skins my shining
teleprompted sporkdom.
As poor specimens
go, the trail left
inhabitable trails.
Arkanoid as meditative
space, if we travel by
dragonfly. I cling
to thy moving perimeter.
I want payment
for all instances
of being caught
on camera. We
all should.
Mutually
assured destruction
overdosed on civility
by comparison.
Babywiping lead paint
dust from my soles.
I’ll read entrails
for omens, action
figure entrails.
Copyright Credit: Anselm Berrigan, "Have a Good One" from Free Cell, City Lights Spotlight No. 2. Copyright © 2009 by Anselm Berrigan. Reprinted by permission of City Lights Books.
Source: Free Cell (City Lights Books, 2009)