An elderly ocelot renting space in a boojum tree
An X born of Y
Failed to launch into my markings
Keep tryna make it tits
To remain impudent, jazzily yours
And ever gender fluent
In a bestiary plagued by a credit economy
The teeth of hounds, the bones of herring
The necks of turtles and the skin of sharks
Woof woof doves, baa baa unicorns.
Don’t go down every rabbit hole they throw at you
Driving with an expired poetic license
Got me two minutes for slashing
Thinking without a net cost me
A game misconduct for fierce contact
Golden dome, long way home
I’m trying to snap out of it
Yesterday I drank myself young
An adaptive reuse of memory covered by my insurance
Keeping my fingers at arm’s length from my brain.
Copyright 2025
Randy Stark
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