Radical hysterectomy of the ear.
Starry tanks rattle
And black the air out front.
The bellows wheeze a tune
In the squeaking snow.
Sheathed in noise.
Detectives line up
To put their hands on your head.
Satellites suck up dim ideas,
Knuckle under the rabid peeling.
Spirochetes lump the reservoir
And the smoking black rocks.
In the night the grocery store
Coolly hums. The child goes
Home, misspells “blood.”
In the slaughterhouse everyone
Penning the same memoir.
Shark plate prefigures metaphysical conundrum,
Extending sequentially to waterfowl, quadrupeds.
Nursing homes are built off main drags
And tucked behind poisonous trees.
The battery light lights the cover story,
Tween idol hot ready illegal millions
Squarely stacked within thick Swiss walls
making a play like current events sucking black
For your wrists, reblogged ad infinitum,
The world’s most teeth and fittest intestinal tract.
Brad Liening lives in Minneapolis with his wife and two cats.