i stood up tall today
while the ground sunk
beneath my tarred feet
from blackened asphalt
coarsely covering them...
like a woven burlap
blanket's warmth
then cast onto
my upright stance
backwards
without any atoms
having gone awry...
just as the other
gray morning had been
with falsehoods flourishing
through mar's continual flashing
lucid blueness from others afar
only enough to make out
a materialistic flicker in your eye
gleaming with the sow's angle
towards that of fermenting
rural swine...
as it's becoming
an uncomfortably humorous
loophole to bear
like having to watch
redundant re-run episodes
depicting sex-in-the-shitty
without its rancid glare.
j.a. knolls
