sell it for jellybeans

Sell It for Jellybeans

Pesky rectitude.


Hyenas with
pink eye.


A full
moon &
a monolith.


A big
surprise
& a
shallow grave.


Tumbling
tumbleweed.


Bibles
scarred with
pink markers.


Saints under
neon, insects
zapped in
their halos.


A commercial-
stitched culture.


It all started
somewhere &
took off
like a
bumblebee.


Stick your
hand in
the honey
pot &
see how
good
it feels.


Wait til
the coast
is clear
then point
your finger
when the
sun comes up.


Flawless,
that’s
the ticket.


It will
turn you
invisible.


What is
it you’re
hanging
on to
when it
all vanishes
anyway?


Put a
lid on
it &
sell it
for jellybeans.

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