today and yesterday sit still and smother tomorrow
you leave, yet breathe, creasing me with sorrow
slithers’ silence is soothing
(announcing too annoying)
it comes and calms, moving along, knowing that time spirals regardless.
people put eyeballs in the middle of
a hand – evil eye they say will get you
i’d be much more afraid of an evil
chainsaw or perhaps an axe of sorts
run i would from an evil sasquatch carrying
a crossbow and chewing some copenhagen
even a statue of him would strike a healthy
amount of fear into the naughtiest of small
children. but an eye of evil seems a
haunting tale made up by a child of
only five years. choose your fears wisely
because an eye in a hand is a problem if
the hand closes, or the eye itches or i take
my spear and stab the eyeball out of the hand
leaving it limping on the floor like something
dead from a sad movie about a family named
adams.
My identity
Altered by an incision
In my streams of qi.
from a long line of mugs
came forth one who was willing
to create change.
out of a family of avid
crest users roger was nearly
excommunicated from his family
as he stepped foot on colgate campus
the people there were paste-y white
not a few with perfect dental
hygiene
the boathouse plaque yellow
a mugs who doesn’t like the dentist
a mugs with four crowns before 24
a mugs who still uses crest out
of family loyalty
i did not fit in at the
freshman dorms
crooked teeth and all
and the people
paste-y white.
and so did an old lady
hobbling on a bum knee
watering flowers
