cleanse

just another one of your cliche late-60's-manual-typewriter-in-an-empty-cement-birdbath kind of shots. if i had a nickel.

disinfecta disjecta: the inorganically posed has arrived at last.

my balls are sweating and it is a bleached out, cat-stuck-behind-a-door kind of humidity. carpet fresh is in order too. a tall order. i will earn myself a chocolate shake and i will eat it like it is the last chocolate shake on earth. no, much too grandiose. on the block, maybe, the last one on the block. lock. loch. from the ages of seven through twelve i was convinced Nessie could be alive in there. then it came up on a practice exam: drain it. drain it all.

forced into the frame--but look at that metallicrefraction. award yourself a medal by testing your mettle. yuk yuk, you yak. announce the piercing of the horns, wounds blaring. then rinse it all out with Clorox Clean-Up Cleanser with Bleach (Fresh Scent). spritz, spritz, ya'll.