Death Sentence
(can, huff, plant...)
Another great word splattered.
I was killing them one after the other, hurling them
out of our open window on the ninth floor.
By lunch, there were only a hundred thousand left.
When Jesus dropped, cheeks went rosy.
Then came marvel, and edit, office.
I was making a mess in my mouth,
I hoped it was all worth it.
Itch and wart and sex waited in line.
Flicked season and haircut fell like bugs
leaving no chance for reversal.
(Beatle, crystal, sugar...
I was left with God, invasion, music, war.
Saving the best for last, fears don't ebb in silence.
Years later, I was known as The One.
A statue was erected on Mount Erie
without explanation.
The power of language is overrated,
a bust I explained to the bleeding masses.
We must touch more often, I explained.
We must tussle and mess things up
and avoid explanation and qualifiers
at all costs.
There is magic elsewhere.
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