Differences number none

The world is plain appetite.
I am slight. Therefore killer
sinew is Mona Lisa frowning—
mouth like wolf-cave—hindsight—
Florence dies arms outstretched—
all of them—lurid tulips yawn—
don’t we salivate at all blood
in the open where wind steals—
running to the friendless meal—
I will—I will eat you.
Killer. These open fields too.
My eyes are iron sights—
I tolerate yours to tolerate mine—
the smelling hound of gusts—
gust, wind—toward me my nose—
I am all nose—all mouth
wide to swallow how rivers do—
part and sure parcel you:
stick man on the menu—


~ by Jeremy on May 17, 2011.

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