of how to defend
the frizzy haired
from her blue lips,
fails to convince
that the medicinal
herbs she has piled
on a wicker platter will
ever cure what ails me.
Real life is lived
in the chemically recycled
details; toasted carcinogens,
meat flavored nitrates, artificial cherry
cough syrups full of red dye #4, handfuls
of over the counter muscle relaxers, &
plastic Batman cups full of liquor
& carbonated high fructose corn syrup.
Even those defective childproof caps
serve the important purpose of making
one feel better.
Life, my herbal bag
holding friends, should be lived
like an unpinned grenade
near the porch swing.
We exist as a squib —
a flash of teeth,
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