SS Head

by grimbeau

strange-old-jobs-12

 

The Gnat and Fly Dept

is a ruin.

Hens don’t lay

all his trees are dead.

Farmer Jaw they call you.

Chinless Wonder!

Hide it with your hand will you?

The wife said.

Point at the horizon

past the fields of death.

You go green, stifle pukes after the shot

when brain splats oakleaf lapel

batman dibs it off a bit quick

leads you to the limo and safe.