it's got to go

the chickens were potworthy underdone
always squawking the fence
too many kibbles behind the door
too many huts for the salad handle
a cashmere sweater and honky tonk wine
that's where they rather
splicing the blues with a gaffer
all the commotion with none of the wind
force feeding seminals for arrival
the dogs were eating the cats gravy
the husbands hadn't arrived
grass was burning, but it didn't matter
katzenjammers notwithstanding
a corpse a feather a sack of wine
nothing to follow the blather
the socks were for hanging. there were no gallows
a shred of lightning longing for sun
it's what you'd expect under the gun
the flannel wolfs with the lamb
dungaree doggerels but it doesn't matter
a locksmith to snicker the blather
it doesn't come or go.  it smiles in place.
rabbit stew wolves in trace
it's a cockamamie proposition
cabbage and wire, pasty and wren
always ready for feasting
grab a stick and badger up.  it's not for burning
wine and assholes never mix.  they just confide.
it's a caper in the making
settle down.  I got this now
chicken on out
cows got the jumper cables
just need some traction.  there.  that's nice.
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right here? no.
it's got to go.


denis streeter    2/28/19