beat them down with defiance

Beat Them Down with Defiance

I dream of
creamy defiance
instant recall
buried evidence.

Right under
your nose:

Bushel baskets
of grief
a man
with a
golden arm
an animal
the size
of a
with three
blue eyes
red hair.

Draw your
own conclusions.

I put
up a
free advice
got audited
& auditioned
gave an
on a
smart phone.

My picture
was everywhere
& then
I wandered
into Mexico
on a
skate board.

Try as
they might
they couldn’t
make heads
or tails
of me.

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