gut reaction

an anxious orange mass of goodies
is launched through the air,
hurling its wretched, liquid goodness
toward ladies unaware.
they gag until they're able to shriek
as the upchuck hits them in the face,
and drips quietly down upon their clothes
while for water they give chase.
out comes the old, dilapidated janitor
with his mop and bucket of blue cat litter.
as he prepares to remove the abstract mess
his face turns white and bitter.
then he barfs his lunch down onto the floor,
onto his shirt and onto his chin,
splattering globs of pretty green puke
down to the slimy sourse of my grin.
his feet swing loose and down he goes,
falling upon his crooked old back,
and cracking open his gnarled head,
adds some red to the slippery yak.
then his face turns a deep plum-purple
and from his mouth bubbles bile,
adding some yellow to the puddled rainbow-
and some color to my smile.