Friday, March 17, 2017


world of seeds
egotist's head

Vegetal copy of
the universe
laughing all the way
to compost

This poem was not 
supposed to be 
about you...
you see,
how your green
veil hides lush
red mouth slurping
wonder. No one,
having tasted your
freshness, can forget...

Oh, fruit of summer's shine!
How can we lose your simple
pleasure! Water shaman!
Ferocious glory fully carnal!
Deliciously obvious!
What jihad would it take
to declare you unholy?

"So what" to pompous, Pius
philosophy Machiavelli-ing
existence beyond recognition:
get your face wet.


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