Institutionalized, maniacal debutants,
Felt-heart men in bandages, as if they,
were mummified, frozen in time, like
a bloody mammoth, killed in a heated battle
with his mate.
Whores, money, apples & the bible, cursed.
banana colored monk suits, walking by,
looking the same as one another.
Engaging thoughts & earache music
heart-sized dinners from the god grown,
hog & cow,
no bunnies tempt me
with their lucky feet,
they weren't so lucky
if they have,
a missing foot.
Erin M. McFarland
