when the booze
starts working
and the stomach
is empty,
as the brain
echoes into
its own image–
i suffer
leopard farts
and greek drama:
persona coming out
another hole
twisted like turd cursive.
i put it
in a frame
and ask you
to hang it
on your bathroom wall.
you don’t want to offend…
may we both
get this shit
over with.
