P.S. Taking minutes at a meeting is not nearly as appealing clerical as it sounds...
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.
