Wednesday, March 14, 2012
painting by marina petro
"You must have chaos within you to
give birth to a dancing star."--Nietzsche.
Sitting in neo-darkness
chewing madly on my acorn,
breaking eight teeth, again,
before lighting my hair on fire,
then dosing it with stale ginger ale,
my mind immersed in chaotic bliss,
my crotch all a tingle, as I scrape
the peeling paint from my poetics
before spraying my lingual crop
with a covey of blue pencils,
just as I raise the hoary hood
and successfully string together
all the words containing magic.
Listed over at Shawna's on Monday Melting 8
Listed as #3 over at dVerse Poets-MTB
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