Cretan Maineiac

Rookie - 2 Points (April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

Our Snoring Consumer - Poem by Cretan Maineiac

It's when he's quiet
he's most likely
to strike, biting himself, a crude form of

rumination *qua* ruination. So says his
'book, ' the same
proclaiming 'mind of an 8-yr-old'

('Me forty-four, ' he rebuts, helpfully) .
to sleep off lazy Sundays and

gray Mondays alike, so as to
his nightly rest and recharge

The steady,
rhythm of

acceptable behavior, keeping
him alive
enough to wish he were

dead, drug-induced
dreams of
motocross & comfort

c/o a Chinese family, produced &
directed by
*shenkui* & relentless,

tethered masturbation, asleep
as a
log thru the

Sawmill, alerting
all who
Care @

3AM that
is well.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 15, 2011

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