Frank Tomas Way

Sapling. The math of its seeking mouths of water.
Parasites long-tailed pets will scurry on them,
trees higher than our heads naive as weeds.
An Anglo nigger counting numbers on numbers.
I wanted a man with an address, but came from
an immigrant who spoke neither the name of a road
or its language that writ my name in a stone
I never knew he carried swinging in his pocket.
What a Frankenstein a whore carried in her breast.

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~ by Jeremy on June 17, 2012.

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