said the spasming face
it’s all there, wrapped in fish or dancing some paper jig
flavors like stars
twice upon a time,
that’s a truer thing
sometimes words just bubble up
halcyon brains of yore.
leaning towards filching some
drugged on berries
eating fifty ones
watching that sugar halo raze
have some whatzit, sugar,
there’s so many edges of things
there’s nothing but edges
spinning their sharpening gyres
and till one step’s been taken off
this old hat will sit, here, on
nothing’s so vital as a spot o’ blood
keep that stuff inside!
it’s been two many days since cleaning up
and playing outside’s become some kind of
a degenerate one at that.