::: Grapefruits :::

All I want is a place to get clean.

My zygoma is tested for
atonality
everyday
at 1:30
Giving me trips of amnesia

I expose succulent cortexes
A grapefruit without a peel.
Models with painted black eyes
Break the skin
With their teeth.
Neurons dribble from lips onto starved breasts
Ruby red pulp creeps down dirty ivory skin

The three grapefruits I cut and coated in sugar
Are left on my tray
As I repeat:

I’ve took me teeth out.

I’ve cleaned up me act.

I never did nothing.

The 1st Marine Expeditionary Force
Throws me under the sunlight
Of the streetlight
Where I’m told
That the free market
Will solve global warming
(if it even exists.)

Morton says:
It rains. It pours.

”Is it raining?” asks a woman, New York Times in tow

”No, it’s National Baptism Day. Tie your tubes, idiot”

Written by: ~ Patrick Schultz

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