Coyote’s Lunch

blake was a family entheogen
so gay for the green box
worn inside out for luck
old matt was a nice guy
who, mud-covered by the cult
before the factory heretic
took acid on the back porch
i was a silent partner
made audiences & raised a tit
this was in a chicago subway
that eatery of the culture hero
kidnaps in new jersey outside art
fault lies always on the husband
in free cable television visions