NEBULOUS VICTORY

Knees quaking on the subway platform,
As German love is enunciated by the curvature of my nose.
It could've been soap,
As easily as Linda Hunt could've been Pope.

Wringing my hands in frustrations at New Age workshops,
Pushed upon me from the age of six,
Self esteem in a bottle,
Hosed down by hosers blown in bathrooms by Richard Simmons.


Break neck pace shattered by your broken neck,
In pleasure murmuring sweet somethings about 
The way a tongue stimulates your love handles,
When scented candles make erect escorts cheaper.

Let's talk about your penchant for razor blade skin carvings,
And girls named Marvin starving for a taste of your pre-nup.
Sex is safe if you recoil in time,
Don't let sex become a crime.

Transgressive carnivores whipping vegetarians,
Shoving their noses in Lamb Korma.
Sloppy murders licked up by ventriloquists in the somber night,
As I fight the urge to give the finger to your fascist grandmother.

In a new world in which only finger languages are spoken,
Fingers attack your diapers and tell your ass where it's at.
Lubricated oysters crying out to bounce on tongues,
Lubricated cigarettes still put lugees in your lungs.

Startled by an approximation of Quasimodo's untimely death,
Brain fountain knowledge-springing shut down by Father Time,
Mother Nature needs a contraceptive,
Stop basing your self esteem on fucking.

Pilgrims pooped on Plymouth rock,
Flies celebrated the birth of America.
Origin of our country's flaccid imagination,
Impotent forefathers regenerated every July.

I declare your independence from onion breath kisses,
Your salty tears flavoring mom's chicken soup.
Breathless animals stutter on the last gasp of winter,
You capacity endure winter is a nebulous victory... at best.

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