the image is
what matters
as oxymoronic as that sounds
no but really…

perhaps
along with a cool buzz on a hot minnesota afternoon

the fizz and sparkle
do break the day
that same old trope
with which we grope

in despair
into the filthiest air
but now

a tinge of darkle
impunes the way

for this world not long and never was
but fair

and a just representation indeed
the heart of the matter
some meat in the splatter
a splinter of spit on the reed

and so forever to read
this shit
into any image

Pay Attention

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