Post #98

An exercise in worthlessness / A pound of teabags, lightly used. In general: last year's projections; futures on goat milk; certificates of authenticity for snoring patterns, chess moves, nasal hair styles; Or, back to specifics: sack of apple cores; a Caribbean quarter (maybe not: its flip side's got a ship...); 'Cease and Desist' from made-up lawyers. Pitted almonds, sautéed ice-cream, sanded dates. The breath of langoustines still moving on the counter. Kidneys (you can get one Bitcoin for the price of five!). List poems over thirty lines. Mimes in the dark. Mark Zuckerberg (except, for his shareholders). Ground microchips. Some strange dude's hateful comments. What you think you could have said that time instead of what you said. Gourmet dog chow. Your whole damn life — unless you go to bed. (Right. Now.) @verse by MR