Nemean 1 the Starrrrrrs are out

Pindar carving horses out of instituted soap

 

“Storm-swift” horses clocking rhomboid contour

 

into the afterworld— song’s demi-glaze encasing

 

moneyed sky, custard blush. Heracles made pillars

 

being tubes that siphoned cash all the way

 

into the 90s. Everyone was busy remembering

 

the titans. Rick Moranis was the definition

 

of deliciously not wearing your glasses to work.

 

This past like a radial farm you sidled out from

 

The force w/ which the dog ate, throws up grass

 

fastens the opalescent ropes course you’re riding

 

to grave school. If Pindar wrote a poem about

 

my dad it would be somewhat about sports, mostly

 

why not to let desire eat the world ur care creates

 

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Jay Gaunt

Jay Gaunt is a poet and musician living in Brooklyn.