i killed leisure suit larry

the eighties never
saw a more persistent vulture
than me

going for that bone
that makes you grow
and think of prophecies

pecking tirelessly
at the tattooed stone
lodged somewhere between
the metal memory

a fork returning on a radiographer's
screen

and barbie's punctured lung

so many words carved
on my tongue
now growing ancient
while i remember

youth

short shorts

bicycles
spinning off rainbows
into persistent futures
hanging
from meat hooks

in gasping auditoriums