The (Apparent) Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

by Lover Dudley

FROM my mother's casserole, I fell into Acid Reflux State,
Up it swelled up, hunch-backed, from my belly
until I thought it would come out my nose
6 miles from a restroom, bowels loosed from their dream of fiber,
I cramped with black flak and the nightmare spatters.
When I went they washed it out of the turret with a hose.

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