Wednesday, September 18, 2013

RED LETTER EDITION

Okay, I give 
up—this New 
Covenant's too

long—lists all clever-
ly,
arranged 
and
—redacted. 

I just want 
to be 
emphatically—right

where I ought to
be—blasting Vivaldi's bright
Autumn iii endlessly

banging my head
off the butt
of some joke—stoking

my appetite 
through dumb force
of sheer exercise—

and after-
words, 
hell!—

I swear I could 
eat a whole 
plague of locusts for breakfast—just

do me one 
favor—stop 
talking already! 
and quick! pass 
me over that—

wild honeycomb.