This wall I hate oozes a cosmology of asphalt
This wall, hummingbird sealed in plastic bag
This wall, antifreeze instead of tears
This wall, larvae writhing in wound
This wall, coyote road kill
This wall, tarantula-venom deliquescing innards of a grasshopper
This wall, turpentine poured into water jug
This wall, business tycoon served porridge of human lungs & mother’s milk

(But I eat another horizon:

            Lord of Billboards nailed to a cross of asbestos, wears
crown of syringes, farts leeches that swarm on his eyes, across his beer-paunch, into his
mouth, & his gardeners & underpaid workers offer him Coca-cola when he cries thirst,
ram his festering side with maguey thorns….)
                                   
This wall I hate bubbles the tar slathered on the unemployed
Rises across the desert where the oracle is a motel
Slithers across the desert where the sacrificial altar is a gas-station urinal
Where ten obese highway patrol officers consume twenty emaciated day-laborers
Where explosives are stuffed into piñatas
Where crow’s blood is administered as antidote to tuberculosis
Where tomorrow is drought where this morning is hunger where

this wall aligns bad with evil