Feb 11, 2012 17:35
A Look Inside 2/11/12
A mob of angry-
drug-addled squirrels
invaded my chest.
They are chewing
all the wires,
and adjusting knobs and dials.
The cogs are out of synch.
The pumps a-flutter.
Beating a-synchronistically,
Dub-lub, dub-lub
like a cracked-out cuckoo clock.
Fuel’s all been replaced
with old-time Coca Cola.
Yeah, the kind with real cocaine.
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