Never Mind the Beasts

17 Jan 2010

I’ve been
clowned
by the
transcendental
trickster
my hand is
reaching
forward
to touch
his feathered
wing i close
my bedside
table
my
miniature
satellite
my nomadic
blanket
the happiness
game is a fore-
play fondling
a chirping frog
snapped in
the mythic
lips aflame
in revolving
credit a mutual
mood ring
chump
chump
stooped
in too much
tenderness
this is not
a free trade
zone