Pig and farm report

 Deconstructing the panic

everything weird was spring drugged sleep bloody mouth minus two teeth I learned quadrants and why I miss LSD now disarrayed in my rat’s nest brain with lip balm stickers sugar floss blouse white enough to burn the rat kissed me full on the mouth depressed the key nothing soft allowed the Medieval dentist gathered me in his gasmask gillnet spit basin and the Bach throng that kept me awake on ECT loomed across my depressed tongue and repeated until I was naked a near sighted woman without her glasses this is the story of K’Lynn’s death a fight in the Monkey Pub let’s wait for the accident to get cleared out let’s lie about our diagnoses let’s watch amerikka’s lunatic leaders preach like Aimee Semple McPherson back from the dead in a white shirt flapping her wings I dropped the script on the floor they gave me a loaded gun I slithered on my belly toward my car then stopped in the marram grass don’t forget your permission slips don’t forget the right side of my mouth all my teeth aching