Oh shit

Yellow runs down the wall like boiled-over rice.
The flames lick the pot: wild dogs on a carcass.
Is it still a simile if you don’t mean it? Afterwards,
cleaning up: Dinners can be messy like that,
you said. Spaghetti sauce covered the floor: our own
little Lake Victoria. The anchovies began swimming again
(at least until the birds got them). Do birds eat
anchovies, or is that image useless as well
This whole poem was written with a disregard for truth.