Thursday, April 10, 2014

mmcxxii

sad solid sun

dear mr. bigstuff,
who do u think
you are?  u should

know better than
anyone that big
is in the eye of

the beholder.
here’s mud
in your eye,

not boulder
(n., this rock
i ask u2 choke-

hold at, let’s say,
around 5:30pm,
{which, by now}

which, by then)
gets gotten up
like ego; pumped,

not vacuumed
all up—or down.
—up  /  not down

watch as it
gathers gout
at & about you

mad moon bum