Grad Night
Chanking cherry pits redden
The columella nasi, wrinkle his
Ophryon as he feels obdormition in his
Minumus from the belt’s keeper.
A feat of hair drapes his left armsaye
And images of jarns, nettles, grawlix and
quimp-Comic book cusser squiggles
float like hemidemisemiquavered notes
he presses the cell phone’s octothorpe ,
closes his eyes , stomach wambling
as he waits-no answer. Behind him, a delicate
scroop- a woman putting letters in the snorkel box
Phosphenes flash, head hurts like a blow from
A hammer’s peen, bends over to tie his shoe and
Fumbles with a missing aglet lace. A bitch, this grad
Night; running in circles, liripipe trailing mortarboard.
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