one foot in front
of the other
i presume
the zoo is quiet
tonight
orangutans have
made peace
with the baboons
now we just scratch
and pick the tics
from each other's
ratty backs
matted hair
to untangle
stories to weave and
narrow down
excuses to make
priorities to order
thoughts to pluck
out of the stale air
here's an old one --
ReplyDeletetick
Head in, arse out,
I disappear. Hang on
grimly, burrow bloated.
Killer craft -I am a cog
bound ever in. I turn
the blood. Die for a cause,
inscrutable and
never knowing.