Smash this ridiculous bird! and
dress him
for Christmas
in bling in lights in plastic pine,
truss him
in string in tight leather

He doesn’t see it coming, doesn’t see
the stone coming, sees only
the crying space,
the lying space, the failure
space & the markup.

Where the hell is he going?
They don’t know but they’re going with him.
I know, but still I’m going with him.