i am my own charlatan


And moon is buckled up

To the barbecue grill

Juicing there

Is my celluloid brain

Many noons

After I met myself

Burning weed

And bearing false witness

To my best friend’s loafing trust

When I know he has already gone fucking with my other selves

Some casual dinner roasts later,

Getting nearer

To axing my box

And the killer

In my tongue.

I hate being me

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