The brother of Able
   wanders sold soiled streets,
   spits clichés of bacon bourgeois

from vantage of highchair
   sneers silver spooned,
but never with woman or
   tied stings to doorknobs
   to pull any teeth.

   Did time with the boys
   as a bottom bunk bride,

zebra stripped
   black/white               black/white

   the type that disenchanted
   leaves feet planted in
   quicksand formaldehyde

jekyll never knew
   no better
   fresh from
   bloated stash,
   faked cash advances for
   alimentary delight.
   Rudimentary depravity to fight the

hook strenuous hold. Dead
   fish eye blink said more than
   all the girl stockings
   made fearsome face shopping
   with a gun.  

   Said to the one enfortressed
   in candy bars and cancer
  
sticks,

“all you are to me, is in the way”

  Then opened the doors
  for flies to lay their eggs in.