Poem of the Week

and I liked it

everything now is

language : fat deli

pickle jars : cot myrtle

      and bog : hot

moonbeam in the mouth

compost speckling off

a last sputtering minute : down

out a ripped up puff jacket :

tickling the larynx : feathers

and sparkling : a quiet : is

      finally garbage : ready

                                to fly away

welcome to the dark side

      energy good

you can eat with my face