dinner bell
michiana
michiana
michiana
michiana
michiana
oh michiana
to march condom filled with chicken bones
and snow to missa est like housecat abscondence
i am watching the city’s only bus alloerotically
drown itself in lake michigan my scalp scabs and
wisdom teeth come and take them so many acres
happen portiquing clap come and take them
a step away from a bunch of detritus that might be human feces
apologies to franky o’h
it’s my lug hour so i flee for
an errand among the sordcolored
gnats first down the lack of side
walk where pizza hutters assuage their
anus flora crusts stuffed with emulsifying
agents cookie monster flatbill it pops
like hell we know then onto the lot
where burger king bags are borgaring
above 5w-30 prospecting the leak
the cement is hot but boosted pickups
threshup the air which is also hot i
look at the movie vending machine
exfried chicken bones fondle my samba
ogs
in the supermarket where the a/c axises
a sputly finger into my knowhole and below
er my taint shakes dry like an anxious spaniel
a teenbutcher furtively nurses his mango
dragonfruit vape $9.35ly into armpittings
a daddad dadly “cuse me”s he ahales
and returns to the striated slabs everything
suddenly maroon 5s it is : of a
day
pavedrab in pinkbound light a
triweekly process as pynchon guy would
write as are skunk jaws in their trafficombs
i sweat at an already sweatbald tire on IRISH
WAY neoconfederate tattoo guy adjacent
drive thru thee rumored dairy king flasking
a chocolate malted a dogbud all stumpred
such a dusk puts my ass formican onto
shamble
several commuters
carcining on highway 23 which makes it
blurful and warped first vern rumsey died
then mike davis then lyn hejinian earth
is as low as the life was left alit and one
has pyrosis’d and one piddles past the bill
boards with we fight for you and the up
charged apartment banner NEW MANAGERS
and the Michiana Psychic Reader who they’ll
soon scaffold for all the goety I used to
assume that someday I’d tip them 15 maybe
even 17 percent
a glass of non-nutritive food additives
and then back to the scrawling my heart is
in my waistband it is “Acéphale” by Bataille