Friday, April 24, 2015

aesop's fables.

II.

i found the dirt and ate it. it is gross. it has germs.
it belonged to somebody else
before me.

it contradicts teachings.
now i have ticks.

anomalies allow themselves
to join the body.
oh, aren't we one. we sure are

one all right. don't call me shirley.

look over our shoulders-
slyly-
safety in excess

is my trick
that won't stop paying me.

all else that happens
is a response to a nerve
that sends some message
that you are habitable. if you are respected,

the welcome is politely declined.