Genbaku Dome

at home in Backstab Fortress

annihilation crispies in a bowl of gunpoint milk

batman about to die in the cliffhanger

young no-money in pajamas with feet

reaganomics not trickling down

to my bomb site body of dead meat

my head all forks and knives

the target of ex-allies

a sponge of nails and crustaceans

little Genbaku Dome on a spine

standing in the bunker for forever

finger on my saturday night special

my girl junk in knots for you

my asshole in a sling for you

a sucker for a bottle of cheap revenge

mainlining unalloyed hate of you

take a smoke break while i think

of a denouement for you

hang myself on a noose I crochet for you

praying into my matza and jelly

to help me flower into a killer

not clear on the basic difference

between a pussy and a monk

but in the end the futility of settling our score

mushroomed into an abdominal mass

me drinking to oblivion

in a honolulu cocktail lounge

all the fight drained from my hands

slumped over the memory

of your kind advice to just stay down -

wasting these billion-dollar words on you

depleting their secret energy

when they were always more than weapons

when they had the power all along

as seeds of reconstruction

to rebuild this bashed-in, brokenhearted

sorrow factory of a world