Aleksey Dayen

I had a lobster today
it smelled like death
but vodka at Lurie's house
prior to that smelled like
New York ghetto
my past haunting me
fishing me out
from NY desert
like the bullet that flew
through my arm in
Chechnya in 1993

it's red dinosaur shit body
looks helpless angry
while my wife crashes it
into pieces that sell for
$12.95 plus tax
dead lobsters waiting