haint magnet
red tee gnarly +ogle ogre with red wine bottle watches me
mouth dripping +unrequite as i write i use Frank Stanford’s
The Light The Dead Can See to prop up a sore butt-cheek burst
bursa bleeds nothing hurt in New Orleans walked miles saw 11
bands sucked the craw-head jelly spit+repeat
now i have a haint so heavy heavier than my big brother who is 80
today +dead since 2018 bladder bled for months the toilet filled
with blood ape but i pretended not to see metastatic denial morphosis
trouble knew where to find him always did
so this haint i brung home with me lived at the Camellia Grill he
served up fries a coffee shake +the ecstasy of living the dream for
$1,000.00 a day USD i caught him mid-fantasy looking at me like
i was the risen shining
our eyes met +now he weighs heavily on my chest lung eviscerate
+sexual innuendo my bed creaks rhythmically hump hump bump 💥
did i mention he is heavy? but not my bro he ain’t heavy now
light-years away
suffering beggars decency dignity you grow emaciate you would
do anything love a leper beat a dog drive to Miami +ice the cancer
doctor who committed motherfuckery on your bro’s 72 yr. old bladder
okay enough self-flagellate! fer chrissakes re-wind this tape
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Spring 2026 ..i tried to bring you home to your mama..in a giant green suitcase..
songanddancegirl 