23 or A Metaphot(e)

Number 23 from The Knockouts

For falling
In heat
Can’t beat the
Rhythm
It is bliss
Call me out of the
Blue
And dismiss the
Double standard
Shrimpfish are flattened
And thin and slender
You are not shrinpish
(S**t)
Call we Moby
Dick, dick, dick, dick, c**k
Sound off like you’ve got a pair
Perhaps
It is a case of the
One days
Two days
Three days
A month
A couple months
Candid camera caught
A crossing path
Blasted out of the fray
B*****d of the party
Started at nighttime
The dark walk
Flashing on a picnic table
Pick up personal
Effects
Special sauce
Steal a sign
Stop it
You f*****g weirdo
What has you so angry?
Realization
It is pretty far
With free time to pull out
The facts of the matter are
He does not have cable
Ready, wiling, and able bodied
She gets all teary eyed and
He has a shoulder so she can cry
On
Catching the brass ring
No matter
How hard he tries
It has just got to be the best thing
For
Fires
Lightening strikes are irregular
In frequency
Digging
The scaffolding
The
Foundation
The floor flooded
Warm stones
The story of a murderer
DNA spilling from lips
It feels good
Repeat offender
Run it up the flagpole and if it fits
In the crowd you wanted to f**k
Around the way girl
Hillside honeys
Her hair the color of shark eyes
Sheen
Smooth and thick
Rabbit fur floss
White and green
Neon lights
Street fights and the witch’s
Broom
Boom
That is what is happening
In the parking lot
Nothing is on stage
She screams out
Slow down time
Dead girl
New woman
She wolf
She will eat you alive
All the boys run for cover
The old ladies sigh
Pull your
Ears
Where have you been?
Kidnapped by Neptune
The sea is vast
And the current is strong
Very easy to get swept up in
Spinning in the road
You first noticed it
The rain
Where else would you possibly go?
You will surely die if you are gone too
Long
Call the ambulance
Call the police
It will melt away and away and
Away
But it lasts in photographs
In monuments
In moments of clarity it seems like
Dreams
It can’t possibly be real
It never happened that way
Spoiled the minute
Minority mistrust
Swell
The stupid things
Don’t go over the limit
What is your word count?
It is this
Upbeat and driving
Persistent negation
“Promise I’ll come back and help”
And she always keeps her
Promises
It is a matter of four letters
Hangman
In the shopping mall she
Taught him a trick
You would never think about it that way
Rare
Bloodlines
Lineage
Whatever
Happened to three
Strikes?
Benefit of the doubt means
You don’t have to suffer
Through all the
Unplesentries
Sunrise
Sunset
If it didn’t happen what would
You do
With yourself?
No one else can convince
You
The shines are not the same
Let us play a game
It is always for your life
A minor price to pay
Anything cheaper
Just wouldn’t be right
Birds chirp
Mayhaps a time lapse would paint
A better picture?
This slick dick n****r
Ended up with a beauty queen
What dreams we dream
And do we do
The same vowels
A few letters
May we meet again?
It is something
A best friend
Forever
We are not worst enemies
Enmity would mean consciousness
Intimacy
The eyes have it