Show Poem: August 10, 2016 Nashville, TN @ Betty’s Grill #poetry 

Oh humid night
Erect on demand

The stars burn
Like a tattoo needle 

Connecting the stains
On a Casper mattress 

Getting angry
New material 

Fuck it
Fuck you
Trump you 

Shoving more sickness into my mouth
The pill form doesn’t make it healthy 

Forgetting the names
Word bubbles never pop

Steak or buffet
Rosanne Bar is fucking angry 

Our teeth are like clouds
Cutting the air like
formless moving popcorn kernels 

Trees bristle the roadside
Like giant public hairs 

We travel the miles of vigina
To our next stop sign 

Here’s to earning it 

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