Three-Legged Wheel
begging to disagree,
I say maybe tech-ing
a poet can be done
but is obsolete, a
thing of the past
that makes us
whinny or declare
fenced-in pastures
ours. throw the dog
in my head a bone,
doghead. just beat it.
which is what the turkey
did, leaving a trail of
curtsy or genuflected
gossip.
