Passion Drinker

(a silly one...must’ve written this a few yrs ago while locked in a vault of some kind...)

Freedom scribbles toadstool

graphic memories

along abandoned Akron railroadtracks...

wrestlers, disguised as teachers,

decide which stranglehold is better suited to

ignite forbidden karmic consciousness of the masses

Better to advertise wonderment.

Better to stroke self-perception, unaware of past illusions.

Better to plagiarize each truthful message into foreign languages.

Better to compose transcribed memos to dropout madonnas lost in desolation circuses

Dear Madam,

I was going to write you about your catering service,

but since you apparently find it unnecessary to express yourself in passion,

I think I’ll order out,

drink my passion elsewhere.