MARDI

c 2016 Tristan Winter

I dreamed the streets were full of cops

You couldn’t move without hundreds of them

Crunching beneath your feet

I drove a car to the top

Of the Eiffel Tower

And back down the other side

Almost hit a squirrel

This model has just 46,000 miles on the windshield

And a lady loading the groceries in the trunk

Gawping kids groaning in ecstasy

Tony the Hernia said that big noise mostly occurs in the head

He keeps slamming the door

Moving on this muscular degenerate

Only has a few scorch marks on the exhaust

Where the previous owner inflated cubscouts

Then sent them whizzing across the skies

Slimed our enemies

Stank up our friends

Everyone fighting for the prizes within

We need growth to get bigger

Now this baby here

Has creosote seats and a liverwurst stick

Blue lips red grottos

Trees of bone and

Open spaces calling time

Not everyone Elmer

Dandling banjo shaped abortions

On his knees says knows

Some things you don’t put in your mouth

Would you believe this sucker

All new sphincters on the radio pre-set

Sixteen rhinos under the hood and

Five dolphins in a bag of water in back

Was only used for honor killings

We need more growth to get bigger

But maybe this shit was oversold

On this national day of cheating

Busloads of meat

Obsidian tasks

That clapping sound is rain

Public whippings

Your steps through that desolate

Minimarket inside you