#poultry
It seems this week has taken to its own will
chased me down the hill into the prairie as it came close
to lunchtime
–the starving lads crying–
the whetstone ready
its hands skinning my lips,
for once I am glad
there are no feathers
anywhere close to my mouth
–at least I can keep my wings
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 4:26 PM UTC
Steel-wool clouds
The rain is milk,
Soggy cereal leaves,
Squish under my feet
Sausage leftover legs,
Soaked,
Coffee puddles and
Bones
Pitter patter
Fail,
Words make me
Rip em out,
chew too long,
Spit em out,
Give out,
Give in,
Disposal
Mind’s expression is
Poultry heart,
Self-cannibalism,
Genius’s passage
To the heart, costs,
Cuts-
Sacrifice.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
*With every attempt
By the cockerel to crow
So did his comb grow*
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 4:19 AM UTC