My totem is a picture of the dead. Agony
can ascend at the behest of a crystalline
heel. Design stumbled in a surge like
artificial destiny. Paycheck to paycheck
chance is a repeated dirty word.
Their revelation is a bankrupt spell
bone-cast and putrefying somewhere
on a laugh-track for a laugh.
Their revelation is a capitalist venture.
Their cadence is a last rasp
echoing FOOL take me for a clear
and beneficent daub of grace.
Stand in the timing of our filter scanned
for your protection and thrive. Fellow
Earthlings read the previous fourteen lines
and know what we are up against.
They are a ball peen hammer carrying an
overpriced ‘script. Hunger follows form.
fortune favors the rich
Paul Koniecki lives and writes in Dallas, Texas. He was once chosen for the John Ashbery Home School Residency. He is the Associate Editor of Thimble Literary Journal.
His books of poetry are available from Kleft Jaw Press, NightBallet Press, Dark Particle Press, and Spartan Press.