Rimbaud brand corndogs
they mix in red food coloring
with the corn meal coffin
and shoot the dog at you
with an air cannon
while you go acting
in general
like dour Minister Acton
in front of funky
Ferdinand
I've seen him ram
his whole hand up a chicken's ass
and pull out some marvel
like an amber ram's head
inside which some unguent might be found
made from the dried and severed hands
of some old magnificent
lazzaroni
