Reading Like A Loser

Sorry – that's the best part
Con pompadour – a false likeness

With a mustache less gray

An appreciation for Jerry Lewis

The French were right or moving in that direction

I tried dissociation or it tried me

In paraconsistent logic, that is

We live in pursuit of true contradiction

Not quite ready for True Crime

The reality that transfixed and denied

Even an anti-hero

Her silent scream a calculus that slides

Off bleached white teeth

There is no shorter spontaneity than this

Monosyllabic drivel

Ouch he says, he always says

Ouch – the end

Slaughtered          Emotivity          Nuclei

He moulds sand into the shape of a brick and leaves it to harden

Art alienates         Railroads          Traffic lights 

Boredom