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tangents of a broken land twisted by fiber optics.
the moons breath is exhaled slowly, soup
stirring calm chowder thickness, a wet noodle
barnyard billy broke the law, he married his
sister off to a moor who paid a sweet dowry
heaping the rednecks sibling in red finery
they made a nice pair, handsome and demure
both hand in hand.

she didnt love him for she knew nothing of love
he loved her for he knew nothing of love
together, every night in bed, the cool kisses
a spoken word, ringing fallacy, a tainted snare
rolled over and hugged the pillow, hugged dream
haunted singing nightmares crawling in nests
of hair, hiding in the forest of uncare.

breakfast in the sun room with orange juice
sweet pulp it sours in the hot sun, take a sip
newspaper and coffee, and a few grumbled words
bad breath and sleepy eyes...bacon frying on the pan

lunchtime in restaurant, the same one of course
him from the diamond district, her from time's square
meet and eat, lunch time together in silence
their friends asked...why? they did not know

dinner at home is for suckers, not these two
enough money coming in from job one and job two
dining out, martini please, red dress and crusted lipstick
cocaine blowing happiness into a lifeless body
car ride home over the lit bridge, Brooklyn brownstone

for dessert another dose of his limp dick
she eats every night, gorging on pork, he is a fat man
not obese but oozing oil. his hairs stand erect.

a light bite of the dreamy cloud, rolled over, back to back
clutching at pillows.

she dreams of butterscotch and cows
he dreams of butterflies and cash quotas
each moon turn the brains shit excrement's
and they both wake up perplexed

breakfast in the sun room with orange juice.