Monday, December 3, 2012

Alligator (For Bill Knott)


poet waiting by
the side of the road
in a café…some bank
to sun on where prey
will show itself in all
it’s social splendor and
raw meat perfume which
calls the predator out to
find its masterpound
of flesh.

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