In Dubious Custard

Let’s be perfectly clear about this: what I truly mean is that
you can stuff all your tinkerbell gilded everafters
cumulostratus cotton candy to the starry rafters –
who wants to play the dumb harp anyway?
I’ll take the jolts and pangs of TODAY
thank you very much; I prefer
bolts of joy, knifecut strife –
though by a thread
it might hang,
give me

The rest is jellied knees,
new and improved see-thru promises –
cowards’ pleas from the pews
of those who’d lend credence
to fox news – i.e.
the spineless clustered –
for fear finds its footing
in some godawful
dubious custard




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