you’re in
but confined to cypress shrub
where you’re lucky to stay
the fray is for Nancy Pelosi
and tiki torches that alight cloth,
blazing the night, obliterating rabid animals.
before, mimes had spoken in tongues
appreciation was a Disney landscape
eyes sliced dark skin with glass,
tattering organs, aiming high
now there’s no holding back:
Muscles hollow out,
windows collapse and hotels are infested –
Boxing feet have found delicious punching bags