unlikeable sonnet
like a plumber’s drain snake
whose descent to the nadir
makes a right of the arrears
or a cheesy eighties pop star
whose synthesizer production
wrongs ears with screeching
like a cowboy in a surf band
sings about walking the nose
with rockabilly hiccough echo
or a patriotic godzilla man
shambles hypnotized through time
wagging his tail, breathing fire
our phrenic songs spin like cars
on greased bricks at Indianapolis
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