As i arc 'round the sun, swinging like Bakshi's Spider-man speaking laconic and sly too early grinning and breaking my bones drowning in my own sea My toes can't reach the bottom, so i make macaroni and cheese while Doc Ock nullifies my ache in muddy greens and go-go music

Rounding the bend i see them, screeching squealing like happy little Piggies Awkward pause, that heart-drop moment and i am the Wolf, interloper eating smirks and snorts chewing my own tongue choking on bricks and mortar A grim existence, grins like whips Grandma blows the house down when she gets home

Consumed and consuming, too full to be refilled, bellying up for Nothing, acrid air and flesh like dust seeping in like night settling in like decomposition hop, hop across the floor, petit jeté lying in wait for the sword through the mattress Drinking welts and eating bruises Hercules and Rocket Robin Hood feed me breakfast

~ Mine, October 15, 2020