Grunt ah da HogMan
Squint-eyed monochromatic
on the screen of her childhood
He’s talking globular in brays and winces
A hive of astringency
in this corner of the universe
voices echo
Pins and needles thighs
inner thigh billabongs
oxbows surgically repaired
Get away hog man
get back to hog land
hog man
dead end
Mutton mouth
carnival-lips agape
carny barking
under orange / yellow wisps
Get away hog man
get back to hog land
hog man
dead end
“Things and their makers rule the world… For things, the country is run. Not for people. For things, America and Russia send aid; but five hundred million stay hungry.”
— Salman Rushdie / Midnight’s Children