Skipkickin' down the skidmark Billygoat bray And vomit splaying out guts On to street and sidewalk splatter Bugs and vermin worm crawling See sawing off amputee rotten Flex mind clench crash into the house of clutches bust open in flames and clunky bits wash into a tide of rooms and shifting stairways and bookways and alleys of dimly lit whisper tongues and flesh bighting Crawl and vermin leap back creep to the edge of the page and flinch at the world spiraling down and cut slice to the pit Shimmer luminosity frothing over slosh-slide into tangible things Staring longdown halls into nutbolts of a red light switch board Blowing into flapping burlap rip open to roller junction cutback and Metal door hinge slam back Dumpster foamwaves splash slide down sloppy alley suds and straight off the edge straight down to ogle the gurgle of deep bubble floods Hiss into heat steam sexfox bitch arched back and tongue lash P.S. The poem has no hidden meaning or symbolism. I think the sounds of the words combined w/ visual descriptions create kind of an experience. Not to toot my own horn, of course......but i like it
