Postmodern Poetry – Xanax Pop by Lewis LaCook

Putting (pops) out sm(all sl)udge fingers
dro(wned in sh)ops along luci(fer an)d keystrokes
with the li(fe fla)ghts yellow’d like
uneven(ing of casual) burning.

Da(rk ha)y is gray smo(thered, cl)othed lumber.
Days ben(efits’ d)eath themes of
adul(t condemn)ation, fis(ssures in logi)cal youth, and
irr(eperable, r)espons(es’ culpa)ibility.

The bl(eakness of l)ack cats prowl
out(er posture, all in)side our do(e flo)or. They howl
a mum(mmy tum)bled history throug(put, a)h
the w(hispers through coarse s)in(s take stock of )dows.

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