Overweight in the prime of stretching
I cave onto your bacon. Spans of roomy
deprivation. Scores of searing pan edges
marking my extremities. One arm
for breakfast. One arm for snake.
Try to dislodge the Alligator from the Python.
Meet the convex of city streets wherein
none of nature’s mastications are performed.
& suddenly it’s raining so hard, & there’s no where
to go. The sewer’s filling. The water’s up
to my knees. I’m sweating a little too, which
contributes. My clothes are pressing in on me
marking my skin with red pictures of hunting
animals and barcodes: a menu of simmering.
6 comments:
Very nice James Snodgrass. Very nice. I do so love a bit of breakfast snake.
I love your stuff!
mmmm bacon, pythons, alligators. hungry.
Did I tell you I like this poem? I like this poem. No put up some more.
this does not make me hungry. it does make me scratch my head.
Do you have a book? A website?
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