Converse
deep press
alludes to
the burrowing tongue
the mendentation.
Image-cum
imbedded in a dot, a thot,
constructed in code.
beg for crackers
and uber dismay,
one’s draw, doomed.
My palm-sized tract,
my stretch,
compromised,
gives way.
Those qualities,
that moon-bestowed talent
that itself may run rampant
and rub coarsely the sensitivities
of the ocularly inclined,
when it comes to material time
a ready cleaver,
left at the ready
singing the margin
of a sunbath
Live again
pretty kid
hiding in a tree
in the middle of the street
Live again, sun bath,
metrically cut
to the standards of the Book,
writing,
“step on my neck”,
craning at the clash
of red-blooded clans,
singeing the margin,
hiding in the margin,
cleaving the sun
Live again, kid