Monday, September 26, 2016

New Poem!

Land Of Giants

when you're this far deep in silvered acetate
you can really catch syphillis from door knobs
cooties pole vault
tornadic wind  heaves crabs through a yard  of hard rubber

pour out your Chlorox liberally
declining confidence in marigolds inverts  skeeter air wing
tricky radar on Zika

scratching at his insect bites till he bleeds
King Squatsaputzo courts his wheezing Empress comrade
spring operated gravity needle pen with unguent
stabbed into lioness muscle
improves her breathing
feathers adjusted
the King returns to his stogie long as Georgia pines
mating is now possible
they smoke together
there is feasting