Small Vessel AWOL
Way back when
the creator asked
who wants to take a shot at this?
volunteers welcome
I thought why not?
how bad can this shite be?
Funneled through
had a wonderful go at it
lots of drugs
whores
needless to say
made a complete bullocks of it all
on my last rickety leg I think
where the feck do I go next
I watch the kumquats burst
orange wonder through a bud
me thinks
you squeeze out of yourself like a turd
out of an arse
your departure floats along
bugle blows
to rip open the cord of this nexus
I think this is where you go when you die:
a ‘small vessel AWOL’
from galaxy to galaxy
chanting on absent breath
©2022 Donna Dallas All rights reserved.
Donna Dallas studied Creative Writing and Philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School and was lucky enough to study under William Packard, founder and editor of the New York Quarterly. Lately, her work can be found in Horror Sleaze Trash, Beatnik Cowboy and Zombie Logic among many other publications. She recently published a novel, Death Sisters, with Alien Buddha Press. She also currently serves on the editorial team for Red Fez.