Limitation Monologue (tanka•tanka•envoi)

Do you drool and mouse
In unauthorized likeness?
Do you firebrick, too?
You wisecrack and oscillate
In diacritics and wine.

You have silkworms here:
Dialectics and dashes,
Flashes of white limbs.
What did you bury last fall?
Why does this corpse sprout and bloom?

I have a virus wreaking
My already addled brain.

What I’m Reading:

The sky shatters like a blue shell;
Veins from the back of the right hand pull free,
And float in the air, a tree of dead blood

— Robert Davis / “Daily”