Saturday, April 1, 2017

Afternoon Of A Meatstick

Mechanical, orthodox and brutal
from point A to point B...
(no point in anything else),
God autopilot beacon blares
directions...Meaty listens:
"God told me to get a hot dog
with relics and mustard...
hold the mayo." ...preparing a face
to meet the faces made of meat,
airtight and indomitable,
chattering lethally noir charisma,
at home in an isolated, heavyweight,
fathead maze.


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