Chaff for the dogs on coffeeshop porches. Chaff for the dogs in police dog cruisers. Chaff for the fire of nights. Chaff for the waffles of morn. Pink flesh of showertime mornings. Pink flesh of rawdog mornings. Pink eyes of hangover mornings. Pink lips of lustful night. Toys for the children of soldiers. Toys for the dogs of the side. Toys for the porcelain horses. Toys for the hares in the...
Rusty Tracks (excerpt)
Dirt for dust, ashes for bloody horrible dirty dust, gone for good or coated across the wasted trackside buildings like jelly on some shitty toast from some shitty shifty breakfast eaten in furtive corners inside shitty trackside diners, and the indigestion here on these tracks- eggpuke coffeepuke across the tracks. Bumshit pile off to the side. Disgusting.