Like Bullshit in a China Shop
Jacob Fricke
Hey, Suitmouth, watch where you point that thing.
Your words break tiers of beryl, facet-bright.
Hospital aquariums crushed and gutted by your gutlessness,
teal Mosques of clear air,
Golden Gates of free faces.
Swallow your ox-tongue before you bull into this Metropolitan;
go chew your own eyes before you hood-gag your neighbor's face.