Tearing a Hole in the Side of the World
Forget the world’s fair
forget felching and crock pots
and Bazille…
I just want to tear a hole
in the side of the world,
lock my jaw like some pit-bull
of hell
and tear;
thick fleshy bits left like shit in the road
fatty globules strewn about the yard –
not eaten,
just torn away
for no good reason
at all.