Sunday, September 06, 2015

the farcical avoidance measures
 bequeathed at the throne
stowed
laid waste
 chastened
 inexcusable
theses traverses
you slipped on stone and awoke
in ice
thirteen years and
the ice hasn't melted
   beware you said
but no one did
so you
 yes you
created a thought
 impregnable
lock it in they said
 down in your belly 
  never tell a soul
   and it ate you from inside
like a big sugary donut
covered with pink frosting
  or maybe just chocolate
yum
  poetry makes me hungry