day twenty-six of 30x30

1. THIS IMAGE IS LARGE

2. and these are zombies.

3. I'm still one poem behind,

4. have been for days now,

5. but I will make these last few count if you stay tuned.

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You Know the Phony


We’re forging ghost meat,
clay, or wax. Let’s fingerbang.
Let’s be together forever now,

a duplex echoing with yell:
I’m you. I’m you. We’re big cuckoos,
we swell with noise until the chest

under us bursts into gross-smelling flames
-- you know the phony
never liked you. The pictures which all

were hating you, staring you down
from the tack paper, your lentil
of good hope a big hate in their eyes.

But now the tiny venge is grown
and knit up like a vine. Something
with no father, forever climbing.