The Casque of Chilliado

A.M. Blakean sunflowers,
when you realize Google says
you don't exist. You can
breathe out. Breathe in.
You can run through
this snow and marble shit.
Glue winter googly-eyes
on a lover's tombstone.
Go ahead. Stop at Wendy's
for the chili afterwards.

Glue on winter. Make me
worry more about another
viking recluse? Spiritual
carwash coupons got me far,
the boy who kept saying
"Unlike! Updike! Unlike! Updike!"
over and over until you rapped
him on the mouth. Kissed

me on my Google label.

Fuck you for being the universe's

worst kindergarten teacher ever...

I'm writing Dante a fucking

postcard about you right now