Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Nineteen
Spring 2009
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One Bib Installation
Travis Kellogg

Humbled on most gawldy enforced recipient,
"police-state irate," the bed-ridden template mumbled,
"jump start his heart," with a col-cocked Semian fart
white gold on the digit,
ink midgets' back-lat pressed kingdom in blinks
much closer to the lamp-light, he thinks,
and does like the toaster.
Corrective gloves locked in the cellar,
he's and odd feller airing the stench of cod,
all welled up her IV's help me see the fish
crawling up the ivy good riddence
might we stash 'em in my 5th pocket
along with the nickel,
umpired, fresh-vased, taste the wish.

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