Happy Valentines Tiger
for Buffalo, New York
Tiger jaws on the cellphone operator this heart collecting quarters.
Stop with me for a minute, hold my hand over my hand over my little penis.
This afternoon it was revealed that all verbs denote towards death.
Finger puppet shows in high definition realism. Come closer, inner clown.
Outside there is winter and the economy and money flurrying like snow.
We don't seem to mind. Card decks flip over frozen lakes, the blond boy pushing
Fisher Price tricycle cut squarely, an "epic failure" of luminous silly sincere
Valentine card party, smoke blows and media kids pushing the non-ironic
Elephant out of the room. Dopple-ganging for the sheer fuck of it.
I pick a blue heart out of the bowl that reads "soul mate" and look around
Embarrassed that no one is there to eat it with me.
-Saint Clipentine
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