Hot Turkey Greens

Me? 

Today i’m starting cigs hot turkey,

sober,

dry tequila.

Procrastinating stops right after this.


Quitting caffeine cold,

espresso.

Sucking the bullet to see the

burning of the afternoon oil

for the hovering pickle.

The worlds been tough on cats,

and rough on rats.

So let them in the bag to escape the

ghetto.


Hit the vacuum and

sleep well,

before biting the water

like a skeptic's daughter.


Cutting circles in life, 

already there

by slim and sturdy,

like wide-eyed ducks

dreaming.


Me?

I decided to punch yesterday,

for in the tip of the big picture,

the pumpkin is already

in my kitchen.

It owes me a penny 

a dozen,

So for breakfast

I’ll have pesticides.

Can’t start a diet

till you first eat

dessert.

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