Circles and lights, they circle the turnpike

when it's well past the night and haze is free,
and hay isn't free – you pay with your pike
or it scorches your throat on-you-we:
That was a joke. Don't take it for scripture,
though it's written in cursive; discursive
flows regurgitative, tossing back pure
and utter clichés; no reimbursive 
gestures thrown at congenial jesters who're
deluded by language into loving
all men, all things, every figment moving
under this patchwork of shredder manure:
So, please have you your way, burgher Kings
and Queens or queans (if you know what that means). 
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s