Promethazine Prometheus

(five-sided trains, the pentatrains)

People hate and do
lovable lines of coke
minutes prior to when
they do another line
of movie shoot fake coke.
  
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In the car, vapor trails and hats,
you are a benevolent king,
you put your fingers out
the sunroof, scraping the sky,
you are a benevolent violet,
which sounds like benzedrine
violence, but instead
you are a benzedrine lord,
“xylophone music” (from the radio)
and “these cons” trying to con you
somehow like metanoia
or tripartite intercourse are
defining moments.
  
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You say that capicola,
the traditional Italian cold cut
made from whole-pork shoulder or neck,
makes you a tolerant
and understandable leader,
the stewardship, with honesty,
you place the meat upon a street seed bagel,
a “everything” bagel,
saying give me one with everything
you say make me one with everything
and hahaha-ha-ha fuck
(unwanted small talk),
the dreaded double tap.
  
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A bumper sticker reads
No One is Perfect,
a short but powerful quote
from an unknown author.
Put in perspective,
insight only matters if it’s salable,
if it’s alcohol soluble poison
or a solvable crime.
In other words: waterproof jackets
versus water resistant coats.
In other words, talking over
Italian lounge music
(amore or erotica),
there’s salt.
  
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Stars are tonight, it is legal to fire
white males under forty
because they’re unprotected,
they seek peaceful environments
where they can replay the messages
by pressing ‘1,’ where morale increases
with the sound of a Bic’s spark wheel
as it turns, and the little gas flame
burns as the bowl is smoked,
coughing on the other line.
On the other hand, packed bowls
smile leafy green smiles.
Words seem to be happy, too.
  
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In a tent amongst cypress
we lick melted candy coating
of Advil off our fingers; we do so much
with our fingers as humans, move the fingers
healthy and conscious, then look at them
pick up the red, discarded head of the tulip,
viewing Earth through actress lenses,
over our shoulders, stooped, considering
if we are correct in saying
that one who expresses displeasure
at receiving an unexpected gift
is not ungrateful.
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