Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Poem 90: Reptile House

reptile poetry must be weord
i mean weird
containing many cold images
pertaining to many a cold romance

ready to be sliced in half
at a moment's notice

few enough are the humans
who have completely mastered
reptile poetry
who have mastered the voluntary regulation
of the heart
and so modulate
gasps in the cerebral void

i have never met one

that was not eaten by birds




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