g.a.a.s.g. vindaloo poem new stuff, explosive poetry...?

[frankthegastank]

i got out of havelli
eating the hottest
vindaloo
waiter smiles
was it spicy enough?
yes, it was
i'm so stuffed i can not
finish the mango ice
cream
i walk down 2nd ave
pass indian row
letting out fog horn
blasts
crop dusting
a wake of
disgusting
air sprays!
i get on the train
and let the air build
walk on home when
the bladder pressure builds
stop and pee under some
scaffolding the taj beer was
too much
pffbbbbt!
a dog across the street
barks!
thunder and lightning
over the five burroughs
the heavens have
opened up the rains.
if only you knew what
the weather was like
inside my tummy
the bomb awaits!

silent butt deadly,

frank