by G Collins

The Remnants

I paw through a shell
uncoating the coated
corner store, red haze on plexi glass,
scratches from gimmes.

Contents: no one knows
the effects, the closest to natural flavors
or Red #5 reacts. Dredge the bottom of the bin,
a windex moisture collects on skin,

a battlefield appears in the lower
intestinal tract, Lycasin against
the natural order, a once done
that was undone by

laughing little shit
or a ye olde chocolatier.

Gregory Collins is a graduate of the Riggio Writing and Democracy Program and received his MA from The New School’s School of Media Studies. His activity includes sound work, GPS-guided narratives compositions, poetics and humor. His interactive literary journal DRIFT INDEX will appear online in Spring 2014. 

Click here to read more of G. Collins’ Sickly Sweet poetry on The Inquisitive Eater.