OUR THEME TODAY
Our theme today: Nazism.
April nooses, cruel Hitler cream.
Improvised dressage with a unicorn in jodhpurs.
Today I’m Mother’s-Birthday-fatalistic,
turn on the waterworks, I’m on fire.
Kiss my feet, Hitler youth, in all your streaming
blondness braided
nooselike
a bog-person-to-be
elaborate stitching and
all that ayahuasca in the
moors and mosses.
I heard you can fuck yourself
through a crystal straw, though
it’s not important as long as
the single-horned bull plunges
further to the right. The sa-
cred mysteries of street cred,
plastic money and due props
trine Hitler riding a unicorn,
I meant, riding down Wall
Street on a moist mollusk
masquerading as a
fat narwhal, sleek as
Diana Nyad. And
that’s your card-reading
for today.
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