THE GOLDEN UNCHI

The Golden Unchi
should be a mascot
the way that

prominent nipples
appear
on the tops of Bishops’ heads

in Chess.

I want to be
a mascot called DramaFever.

Where is Golden Memory
& what is Love (baby
don’t hurt me)

when it isn’t behind
the dumpster
or in

The Hall of Very Good
or Only So-So.

Some kind of soft & mushy
heart, like
forensic scientists

that can use DNA
based on some Goon’s diary.
I am one bad

result away from the assault on
the dreaded

VOTE OF CONFIDENCE

in the hope that I might
prove to myself
that I can be

what society wants me to be
as I lick my lips
& think of

succumbing
succubus-like
to the vampires of the world—

that sweet smell of caress. You
should aim for an
healthy Unchi keychain. Like

my post?
Tag me, bro. My heart
is dancing like a

bobcat that is on fire. I wear
my unchi
on my sleeve. See? I’m proving

my worth to you, to society. I will
Instagram it all
for a minuscle percentage of the world
to see. I’m

a remnant, disappearing faster
than Myspace.
A spoke on the wheel that keeps
spinning & spinning.

My Space
is where you should
be. My love

is a dolphin. Think
about it.