From a series called Flagelliforms
Ice in my foot. Ice-foot.
Guess I must sleep
in a stoop
Little bag lining me.
Stomach grub loves me
this I know
serious dipper dipping deeply
in the shade of a double-whip tree tells me so
Soooo… Darkie likes the bull-whip double time.
Darkie’s secret thick. An old whorled bit o’ nuffin.
This is the news, the lookout among us
grateful with asbestosis.
Now – an arrhythmia ascot
for Father Farcemeat, the Elder,
the acidic near-invisible one.
Shall we? Hitch Darkie up.
Then we’ll stick him.
Then we’ll defoliate, and wash up for dinner.
Hack hack hack hack hack.
I’m sand and uneven.
I’m so alone.
“Flagelliform #14” was first published in Qwerty, Summer 2004 issue.