Pemmican

ah, poor pemmican,

all that is left

of you is rotted cock.

busted all along, now

permanently outed. all that makes you up and wakes you

is fecund and perfectly, to wit, auspiciously suited,

finest old pemmican and

ah, be

lucky i don’t write about

drugs anymore, soiled

bowling shirts or medieval mouths, sweet

pemmican for their foulness, but this

is fairness, glad pemmican, this is

reprimand, old gold pemmican this

is hearty goading

as

grabass is your finest

only

achievement,

ah, even dubiously that