Mystery Meat

gems absently crunch out of habit

no wonder off hand gesture radiates

infinitely outward plasma in all directions

decadence ideal culture to grow boredom

you can only rollercoaster

so many times in row…

so many bloody periods in history

proving the feminine principle…

lazy enforcer witless with wilted guns

leans out the tenement window a cigarette

dripping from his lips

in dank skankness 

defiant in general principle

ready for the rent to come due

gleam of a raindrop or a nickel plated .45

off balance at the train station

needing to take the trip

but not willing to get onboard

but then, what isn’t a mystery?

what do you think you know?

how did you manage to get here?

is there really a punchline?