Your Private Parts

Everything’s important.

There’s the rub.

Every impulse is a fraught

incursion in the club

of your convening multitudes

of thought

bent on becoming

a persuasive new agenda.

If I were you, I’d spend a

night away

from them: entirely alone.

Pretend the tinkle of the hotline

phone they’ll use to ring

inside inside inside your mind

is what a star

sounds like when it is burping.

Investigate your prospects

of usurping power.

Make love

to your private parts.

Don’t take a shower.

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