cowboy collusion
Kevin broke a bloodsweat bead
above his itch to track between
both eyes with languor fret
once twitch at lip then quit
He thought it was a fly.
Palms wet but gripped stick
like him great big Danish HuskyDog
and stick was it.
(joystick : prick :: button : bitch)
Big fat firing weapon dick.
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spoke softly into mic at throat of system covering skin,
"time."
police wing
urban helicopter flies
past needle-space
in sky
Kevin pushes the button
Pushes the button
the Button
feathers fly
Frank pauses in his drumming, watching the fireworks die.
"shit"
he says
with a voice like an inflatable-doll blowout
speeding in a grey-green 1962 Porsche
an alcoholic skier matador
above its icy wheel.
cowboy collusion