You feed me lies
My pockets emptied by a meter where
Coins curdle down my esophagus,
Brother you watch me
Placid but parched
Liquid rises
up to your chin
Like the
yeast in grandma's kitchen
But she
tripped, remember?
Sighing in the hail, you hold
Your knobby brain that
Chuckles on phlegm and pain
I take an eraser to your face and
Mark that smirk away
Honey,
remember grandma’s bitten lip?
Old age and
purple knees beat
Sweat into
eight cozy cousins
I thought you drew
My poison—the change
In my wallet—for your experiment but
You needed cash, raw cash,
Or so the president had said
My poison—the change
In my wallet—for your experiment but
You needed cash, raw cash,
Or so the president had said
