Triple Elvis
1.
Hillock says life is grand-
fathered in so just
as might spit chew drink rot
close in on any laquered body
you can
2.
Hillock says barn it all
barn a billion
chickens shitting bingo barn
every hair-sprayed autocrat and
porn star
take your guilt
your concrete-booted
desire and polish until the holy dog
starts ankling its tethers
take your lead regret
3.
Hillock behind which crouches
gloom stroking sparks
from its cat hair coat I declare
your shape a dirt mound
dead roil
under declare you
a masochist by
weight a dandy pushing
a little red up
between your thighs
a road
hillock burns up
behind us as he fires
toward his untimely
(great) demise
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