Wednesday, February 23, 2011


The words are smudged pudding

Left like an expired coupon for
a discount colonoscopy or

gray corduroy elephant trousers

A wolf trapped in oil laughs

Through snow drifts, clawless
paws tickle the sky, teeth bloody.

Keep heads rolling from guillotines

A technique of consuming elite,
a natural art of pulling out
sheep’s eyes as they sleep

Born-again moles keep digging


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