SHINY SHADES

Minstrel webbings of monkeybrain’d loops
In the infernal freeze
In the molting wind I drain my wound
I drain and squeeze and beg and then
And then it is a blob of me
Just about the same size
All the junk and… you know
But with amateur-drawn eyes
The irreplacable funk of a man
Who doesn’t really want to be limbed
A man who would, I don’t know
Start a cult around the sun in modern times
Just to pull the pug
The rug*
Just to run from another mugshot (beaming)
And to build another web to unsymmetrify
To be unforgot
Or in other words
Kick’d 2 shit
Or in better words
Given an improper word and a terrible burial
Them in herds
Forever they abide
Forever we abide
Forever who abides above all?