The Daily Dread

Yesterday

I love the smell of regret in the morning


Dementia pen signs
Cue belly laughs and guffaws 
Joker has no clue


weaving through the rot 
slithering vespertine soul
no coherent thought 


 
Shaved Ice got rained on
By his sharp jagged edges
Deli cold cut gash 



the joker juncos
yucking it up watching the
vespertine vermin
pardoning rich criminals 
while wallowing in their slops



"Death is a debt to nature due
Which I have paid and so must you"

Gravity's Rainbow-Thomas Pynchon

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