a pulse of quicksand thinking sinks in
finishing your oatmeal disposition fine
pools it beige as dispossession
clumped and floating
just below the surface
sugarcoated crosswise
into bliss of coldfog milkstain
browbeat panfantastic mythos explanations
into new physique upon your dented physics
purse your lips your overflowing satchel
spills a pout upon the pasty
tasty never seemed so ragged, rudimentary
and/but/or/nor glue’s an analgesic
when the seasick sucks out sensibilities
like drunken bees on buzzardwatch.
JIM D. DEUCHARS is an american poet from waukesha, wisconsin. his first full length edition, mockingbirds contemplating semicolons, was published by kung fu treachery press in spring, 2020.

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