steak

ingredients fouled in this
combustion engine of informal/
formal recognition
make the room
smell like an anxiety puke
like an airplane when
the shit has landed

ambassador curator
is dead/is a pimp
is a prick
wither in the powerplay
glances between
welldress and welldress
help me melt this
catastrophe of "community"

i lack tact
i wonder what my face
was doing
when the prison guard
who assaults art
tried to smile at me
with his dead-gin glow
i mean his ego

i know ryan
who's goal is to have
dirt on everyone
and he does;
and he can;
because anybody
who is anybody
is filthy with $
and anybody
who is anybody
is a pimp

give me a dollar bill
to imprison in an iceblock
this city is a hell
that has landed
and participated in destruction
from its stillbirth

this city can't love art
because this city
is about rich men

who was that guy

was that guy a billionaire

does that guy scream
at waitresses
for forgetting how much $
he spends on ties?

fuck that guy
and fuck his collection
of photographs
of native americans
and of women
with their jaws sawed in half

fuck your philanthropy
you globby lobster
i want to slit your gut
with a site specific shard
of bison scapula
i want to leave your wallet to rot
in the foyer of the bemis underground

i sound like a jerk
because i am a jerk
i am an asshole
and don't give a fuck
so fuck off