The Tick
outside exists
my round
engorged body
legs
the sketch in pencil
crooked kicking useless
at the air
all head I think I am
unknowing what bloat
hangs beyond the skinline
where this mutual
electric
compels my jaws
to close
never letting go
never turning off
beating
in the air
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.
(from Green Lizard Manifesto - 1996)