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