There's a roach nested in a barnacle on the back of my brain
I like to feed him maraschino cherries and lettuce romaine
My roach twitters and squeals.
Disgust and delight, rosy red cheeks take a bite.
The water's great, come on in
Forget the red brick ocean
Where you saw sea monsters roil beneath the waves
Behind the chapel, between the benches.
If you look in the mirror long enough
You experience the tooth complete its circle
Piercing your skull in that middling place
Where thoughts become practice.
No comments:
Post a Comment