Brad Flis
The Moment Saddam was Dragged from His Hole

02" manequins

 

Turn to shower nozzle in your private collection

a hustler's ark squashed before it veers

along the brickwork, as poems move from Iraq

to Iran where something's in it for everyone

 

Personalized dawn cutting meat from those who slave over the car show and books though tied to cinder blocks thrown over, raw with child in Janet Napolitano's porsche. It is a private time to dishonor young singers on stage before they're led to pasture, slaughter, aperture, or vapor. These are the markers of a husbanding amateurism breaking its bond with sweet you, pulverizing your body in a paper shredder. And the mighty were slain to Off the Wall.