sell us ollygarky

(2021)

my poems document falling apart
from the confessional
to the abstract and esoteric
they make less sense
and more sense
saying nothing and saying everything
fireworks with words
and damp squibs
don’t you hate damp squibs?
why should poems be easy to read?
why should they be easy?
easy over
easy there nelly
nelly the ollyphant
ollygark, sell the oil
sell us to the needle
sell us up the river
oblivion awaits
big cat, little cat
poison in the water
poison in the food
poisoning the mind
drip, drip, drip

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