Mount Tambora
Putrid liquor, tough swallow.
Ain’t goodbye. I flail and swim.
Agony flooded my mine.
Reach me. Lift me. Somebody
teach me. Battering rams,
slimy hands, my wet feet,
my large goosebumps.
I listen closer. Dog eat
dog. Meat and blood.
Worldwide jaws. This road
is impenetrable. Stoppages
last months. Years. Generations.
Fuck my previous character.
I shouldn’t have embraced muck.
Grime, gunpowder, extendo,
iron sights. Veer, snap back and
I’m sat at my kitchen table.
Broiling. Bubbling. I welded
the basement door shut.
Bones were deafening.
I should be working on my attic.
Amputating the garbage.
So many stingers up there.
Not enough honey.