Peacock Street

Clashes erupt
lesbian carniceria floors smeared
overheated riot police
cardboard televisions display Kurds
Big rulings
Who remembers a meal
of buffalo
dried salmon
camas bread
chokecherry
folded bones on clinking brunette
u-turn blouse sweat plunging
dusk shadows washing o’er your pseudo cities
plied uphill these oily Turks screaming
tech support offline
just forget the upgrade
dripping forest enema fantasy
Old penis laying near the trailer
it’s time
Time to adapt to soul dilution
drive it on the road
esquire pop rock deep sea infidel
arcade token cyclops fun room
No more
eating field goal guts
straining mossy creek slop
licking off indexed cum
trumpet songs
heaving slaughter of canine candy
This was a hard poem hard fist style
now done