Your head seems filled with vultures
feasting on that carrion within,
getting drunk
on spoiled blood and excrement
 
Cavorting, frolicking
'till each falls from its perch in stupor
sometimes single beasts,
sometimes flocks in temper

Those dirty words
exhaled biley bait
appear in your mouth without cue
see? it's not your fault.

 

  Anchorage May 2K2