lost & hung-over on a pre-dawn gravel road with socks but no shoes

 

 

amazon river &

 

a platoon of pitchforks

 

debating genocide

 

at the thirty-fourth parallel

 

of my skull.

 

 

 

there go

 

three deer

 

over yonder

 

 

 

amidst

 

 

 

the vivid

 

ass-crotch

 

of skunk

 

nailed to the

 

spider air.

 

 

 

by the way

 

 

 

somebody please

 

shake the

 

etch a sketch

 

 

 

i've fucked up

 

this life

 

pretty good.

 

 

 

 

Justin Hyde lives in Iowa where he works as a correctional officer.