Garbage spills forth from my sleeve
the red dog barks!
my ear cowers
does he sniff my arm, whereon
the putrid baked potato skin lies in wait?
yesterday's chowder malevolently anticipates
tonight's french dressing
against the rape of the radishes
worse than death, my cucumber virgin
the dog's tail grins as he mops the floor
with salacious caninity
my nose is blue
I cannot swallow the rancid Gainesburgers
drowning in a sea of enzymes
(Written in 1974 in a world that is now forgot; recently re-discovered along with even worse poems by the man sometimes known as Your Humble Correspondent.)