Did You Find Everything Ok?

i saw you again yesterday
at the checkstand as the cashier
scanned your loathsome box
of cigars and some batteries
your blond hair was a little longer
but it still didn't cover up
that mole there on your cheek
and just as the clerk passed back
the change you glanced
in my direction and i slipped
out of reality to the floor
to writhe in the muck of the
barnyard where the horses
run wild and the smell of
pork in the open pit
chokes me with its stench
blood and urine crusted
mashed potato gravy with
corn cob pipings of
demon wrought misogeny
sucks the life from my being
and leaves me trembling as
the voice inside my head
becomes louder asking ... asking
'did you find everything ok?'