ridicule the discourse machine
at your own risk
i don’t know about you
but if i had my druthers
instead of all these stutters
i’d be more inclined to concern myself with
bela lugosi’s head
game
& call it a candid curiosity
It’s not hurting anyone but laughter
much like my attempt to bond with you
why can’t i tape over my memory lane
with endless episodes of you
& i sharing music;
bites of charcuterie mellow, brie made from
an exemplary milk;
the frozen grapes come out at sunrise
quilling nausea with new hope formations
spooning the futon in couch formation
loaded on captivity and you—
it is always sunny when i compare you (, and you,
and you) to the waitress
even though you don’t know
you’re the waitress
even though you don’t know
i’m charlie
i mean, i’m obviously
charlie
you simply don’t know
who you (,and you,
and you) are to me
we don’t need to make a big deal out of this
we can let the big deal take the bait and pass
the savings onto us all on its own
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Barracuda didn’t give D.T. a bio, so D.T. is writing it for him. It goes like this: Barracuda Guarisco is a handsome man with handsome writing and a handsome soul. He runs Really Serious Literature and writes and loves and laughs and lives and is in a group chat with D.T., Tex Gresham, and KKUURRTT. He is adored deeply by all of those dudes. You should adore him, too. Bye-bye.
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image: MM Kaufman
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