for Ben Gulyas

Gulyash

you've got a real ear for corn
you're a tuber, cue the locusts
you're eyes have already
been peeled

pealing out like breadlines laughter
at the back of a hand. you've got two
cents three for nonsense, you, cat,
so busy Vagnering your tale

so content with busking that corn
against your best scented candle fat

laundering Fruit Avenue, you say grace is
a woman, grace is a medicated mediocrity,
rope pulley for wully bully ShamsvStaley doesnt
stay here anymore, grace is a
7 pound catfish with the dengue-----

hey where you going
i wasnt finished with you yet!