hell is wasted on the dead
can i go back to my vacation now please?
my woundedknee is turning green
my soulhole rapidly fading to black
i want my money back fuckers
among my deadmother’s favourite sayings was:
hell hath no fury like a woman scorned father’s
early death comes to mind but that is for another poem
today i rail against the vacation dreamfactory SHAM
come to our dushi land fall in love with pigshit on the
beach with rubble +overeating🐖
with the scrim of pinksunsets +permabliss snake-oil
then be crammed back onto the plane masked+strapped
in (do u flush the toilet paper?!)
arrive in 40 below tan fading to a hepatitis glow sit in your
park +wait for Godot? for the fucking resurrection of your
newly dead?
then tread dogged+sunshrunken thru rivers of hipster dog
shit back to your forever family who berate u for not offering
bagels crumpets +such before you’ve even unpacked
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Curacao 2023 ..next year 3 months!!..oink oink
songanddancegirl 