We've landed at the restaurant. Imagine that! Plastic seats and an oiled eggplant head Eating itself with a painted fork, with kerchief tucked in. A feast! A feast of cow-skulls, 5 Staring and hard, a mad Egyptian emblem of "brief life." Oh, I'd as leif Noose my neck On your oniony tongue and grief As eat the bitter sprigs laid on my plaid plate. 10 The yogurty folds of melted milk-slugs Slopped to a standstill, a yellow hill, The maggoty disaster of a vegan salad! Yet here we sit, the paralyzed pair, Hump and stump, 15 Too drunkenly sober to ever get up. Who but us has smashed our lives to pieces? One piece, two pieces.... Oh, too many pieces to count or fix! This one looks like post-war France, Maryland that; 20 All of our magic plans have gone Back into the magician's black hat. Timid rabbit, silent as me, Already minced and brewed in the mulberry stew You vomited in the bathroom- 25 Half an hour, and almost didn't come back. Tell me, tell me, One finger, or two? How many hooks or claws does it take To snake your guts into the toilet 30 And water your eyes awake?
From the collection "The Soft Assault"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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