is hot when you take it
fresh off the stove
searing the skin
cat smiles like a serial killer
with the mocking bird mouth
well groomed for supper
smoke rises up from the tinfoil
matchstick and methamphetamine
lips still plastered
pushing it away, an illusion
more interesting with a monkey
that sucks out your soul
through a little straw
with red and blue stripes
and flexible at one end
splitting atoms on a rising moon
sitting in the kitchen
until way past two
monkey feet in the window
drinks his scotch the right way
no water and scratches his crotch
shits where he pleases
pushes it in the corner
with his blue hairy foot
he believes in women
who admire his pants
come stains on his shoes
they have smooth bodies
that he collects on a shelf
he eats them
with a mockingbird mouth
never pays no mind
smells like muskmelon
he can smell them
with his one blind eye
his cane can find the opening
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