by Eric Phetteplace
of a mind mired in symbols
with reality some rodent
kept in a cage under your childhood bed.
Chromatophores in each pore, you move
like a cuttlefish / blend with each bookcase
and graphical user interface. My coccyx
licks a razor / sly Malone dies
of boredom in an underwear drawer.
We could collapse into private utopias
bring a bathroom wherever we go
but life’s so soft, so posh / let’s watch
television and Tylenol bottles / bubble
baths and umbrage. Some snide nihilists
can take anything and turn it to a desert
can destitute a rich man in no time.
I prefer plenitude / wealth runs away
build a break / sever as a subset of make.