Saturday, July 2, 2016

Rodak's Writings: Don't


Don’t mess with me today:

My stars twist torn and bleeding
clustered on a barbed-wire
skein of deterministic torture

My vision is tunneled
through lightless pipes
of sewer-seasoned angst

I’m feeling meaner
than a half-breed
My Lai rape baby
staring at a bust
of Rusty Calley

Get in my face
and I’ll pee on your foot

Open your mouth
and I’ll force feed you
fetid gobs of fly-blown truth

So back slowly away
and trust me

Just don’t