come sit on my words dear reader like outdoor furniture for thin hips
while spooky poets peer up under gaudy umbrellas nervous about making a good impression
all of your hosts snuffed candles burning-out for metaphors and alliterations
begging one poem at a time for a light that we will never see
go ahead antagonize me you, who live in an idealized passed fear the future and ignore the present while i hide like a little girl behind the bare legs of poetry
that will show you!
my head a hanging web that feels words like cosmic storms tumbling stone heads onto boulders of terracotta shards
my ink smells like stinky saliva a dragging wet tongue of ambiguity a kabuki fight to the death unwinding paper machete viscera and plucking out make-believe hearts while gobbling fortune cookies containing jokes, platitudes, and fortunes that never come true in a dreamland of *******'s