THE HISTORY OF FIREWORKS AND PARADES

Too inhibited to take a reuptake inhibitor, shot through
With another come wither type look. Live & let languish
Via unleavened horn blowing retired by the sea: sparkling
Or still? Agreeable, redundant, dull & so forth, thrice;
Open your real eyes—Is it nice & creepy & cultish? Stand
On footprints in the Vatican to take a shit: farewell my fair-
Weather friend—Did you love me or not? The boulevard is
Not bad; the words she knows but only hums the tune—
The next closest competitor was six dogs down & the old
School guys only want to get paid in maple syrup.

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I wrote this poem to kick off The Incredulity Tour Tour. I opened with it at my InKY reading in Louisville on July 8th.