DOES THIS POEM MAKE MY ASS LOOK FAT?

c 2014 Tristan Winter

It took many years of application

Trying to stick my head through the fence

To greet the fuckin fine folk mornings and evenings

But I’m still living in a cemetery

A labyrinth of rocks on

Which citizens carved the names of their spirits

Then tossed in here to keep them away

The Federales roam the grounds

Mean grins riding their little horsedogs

Keep coming around for their payoffs

To buy honor for their incestors

This is a sea of no waters

Lout seconds pass unshaven

But I still can’t take the scent of mirrors