Lone
One leech by a clotting stream
thin and dying
s
t
r
e
t
c
h
e
d
on a
veinless weed
throbbing for blood while the bloated water
inches along.
Calamazoo
Calamazooians chortle and gack.
They swing
with the blade
of my elbowing toe.
in a firefly glow,
sweeping the threads of the sword in the foot.
Yaw!
Follow the charge to the magma
depths.
Hail to Calamazoo!
Bring
t
u
m
b
l
i
n
g
tales of potato-chopped trees.
Steel bites in my heel, and
they sing to the stone.
4 comments:
Stupid blogger, cramping my style. The formatting is messed up, but you get the idea.
Kim. I've decided you're wonderful. Yep. Well, actually, I guess I've always decided that. I just decided to say it today. "You're wonderful." Love it. Love ya.
i like. this is a little bit like a fantasy e.e. cummings mashup. very very cool. :)
when you're a famous author, can you dedicate a book to me? hehe
Thanks guys! You're wonderful too, Josh. And book-dedication won't happen because I'm lazy... ha ha.
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