Sunday, October 11, 2015

KETOGENESIS

Think quickly—
which language

did your breath speak—
back 

when there 
was passion on it?

Did it stink? 
And what color 

was that like? 
And whenever 

it did speak—in whirls 
of cheap 

dime store grammar—did those 
exuberant philosophies

always have
to rhyme?