A solid bull’s head
Bosh its dense bonce
One hard thud, thud.
I chew my nails, my eyes are sore.
A goose’s wing is dislocated
It flaps across
And runs aground, screaming angrily at itself.
Bare blunt stalks stick out of a dried pot
Like Hiroshima’s blown out black trees.
The prisoner is starving in his cage
His knuckles are on its bars
Face pressed up close for the view
“Guard!” He gasps pathetically.
I inspect myself for black pores
Reach into an ulcer-sore gob
Yank at my cracked back molar
Bite down on a bloated index
And hold it there.