Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

By | 1 November 2016

Seriously, spree killings are part of the furniture.
Once you get used to it you’ll hardly notice,
besides that new paleo place is. the. bomb.
Don’t mention the free advice you get
from strip mall shonks, just relax into your latest font.
Let the almond milk piccolo do its trick
and don’t mention the licks
the arsenal tallies torqueing free trade.
We are all Fat Men ready to detonate
at the spare promptings of sleeper cells
plotting cancer in a body’s obscure crevasse.

When it’s time to leave:
forget the bill, gild our lies.
Frothy Jetsons swooshing in vacuum tubes till payday.

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