Dennis Hopper versus Chick-fil-A
Hey, man I'm telling you the taste is like being
wrapped in dynamite rigged to make everything
explode outward into the orb of a chopper
gas tank rumbling guts through a jungle compound
draped in the sweet stink of a nitrous ripple leaving you
blue-lipped holding onto a severed finger or some
painter's ear while sitting in the back of a bus
which will sure as hell be shrapnel if it slows down
by the river near where they left the body where
I once shot some girl before I shriveled up and died.
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