Clusterheads

 

She asks about
my opinion on a
particular writer

I explained how
not much was
left to imagine,

she agreed
then threw out
a question

"whatever
happened to
putting things
out there

because you
have something
to say on a
matter?"

I begin to think
of my tastebuds
being ripped off
one by one

my heart
punctured
by samurai
swords,

I think of
bad word
counts &
bad meta

books filled
with words
we cannot
pronounce,


I think of kids
dropping ice
cream heads
from their
cones

and crying
about it
seconds
after,

I think of
my skin
in white
hot rage

so fuck that
all the way
to hell in
a burning
ball turd,

I can't
imagine
answering

that flavour
of clusterfuck.