insect man

in flannel
green channels flicker
across the liquor gray walls

becoming you
where laurels rattle
as the shrunken boats
of picked-at lice

throaty gargle
produces a hill
that wanders outside you
this hill is two of you

purgatory of first one
is an imagined washington
meat world spilling over
sprawling demonic wonder

seconds aggravate holes
belch smoke
in a chaos
of grass shards

irritated traffic
papershreds the sky
revolting in on itself
swallowing vaginal explosions

end ingests end
a knock at the door
a light smokes flare
it's insect man