City Inards
Posted to Action Poetry
by Tabloid Footprints on 2001-04-16 12:48:00
Covered in tar
Warm eyes
Sticky with gel
Frying on a driveway
Impaled on a twig
Stuffed full of little bugs
That pinch and tear at
green inards
Stuck with snot
Encrusted in death
Rust eating at the
melting filth
Inside of smoggy pores
On the brain's membrane
Brown leather whores
Riding on the maggot filled corpse
Of our manifestations,
Destiny, and rough riding dreams
In the halls of the county building
