Beep Beep
squeals this feathered fury
of a dream as it leaves me
in the dust of my
latest
failure. I am
emaciated, starving in this desert
where I should be king.
Animal
instincts flame inside
inadequate body. I
stare down
the path before me:
prey’s
elicited departure runway,
already erased by wind and tumble-
weed. Lightbulb pops
into frame
above my head. I know
hopeless, even before it lands,
an ACME anvil, smashing me flat.
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