thoughts on a note / notes on a thought

Clutching the cold porcelain,
exhausted and inflamed,
and rebuked by my own vomit,
I remind myself that
I should chew my chicken into smaller pieces.

I wonder around the thought:
is it responsible to bring children into this world?
This is an arctic desert thought,
a note sung by one with a good ear and a bad voice,
CNN its muse.
What a world. I have a headline hangover.

the wild life

we also saw some human wildlife

they were lobster red people of skin

only skin

and that which fills it out

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we also saw my sister's new house

in orlando

with tall ceilings and great arches

that curve it out

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we also did not see the sand fleas

on the beach

but they attacked us anyway

and i still itch

The Tale of Skippy, the Island Dog