Burnt

Part 1

The grotto under-privilege stained to fight thousand death battles, snake skinn-ed, often jake skinn-ed, loving vomit cake skinn-ed,

Flashes heard flight abounded, horse-shoed them away in mule packed carriages, cram-shocked, word-mocked, hard-rocked,

I am watching liver faced, a surrogate cocoon, questioned: gasped, clasped and grasped,

Shovel on brown sin, trudged over blue hills of virgin water, aspi-rationed two dreams a day,

Where is the generation I slept with? hedons-are-istically tearing off large bites: mustarded and layered, syndicated to players,

A song I paced with stale lunch hunger, marched away, sight poked, jerk-colored istant-mixed glory – the do it yourself god of temperance and …