babble 39 - October 19, 1998 at Saturn Reading Series
Channel: Poetry for Cowards
Date: 2023-01-12

thirty-nine, May 8, 1996 

Snarling esophagus I think you are the devil inside the traumatic blue oyster that you reap out of Gegen Baur madness. The trees are not so solitude as you wander throughout the hemisphere searching for a new breast of lamb to chew and gnaw. Spit on my luxurious two cent composure and then greet me with the mane of lion’s slain for your amusement. Like red freed tangerines I am a pit too ripe for chiding and a tar too thick for walking.  I am the delinquent son whose only wish was to be by your untamed side.