Thursday, April 9, 2015

National Poetry Month Day 4: Necrotic Icon

Who is he?
Mustachioed
Broad faced and fond of baseball
Asks every question
Big smoke, front teeth
Your car upon carved blocks and memory loss
Ropey pantsuits on the shaved chocolate floor boss
I see you're concerned now:
If there aren't vicars
There can be vicar's daughters how?

But he's not me
I am the cinnamon cartoon wolf of nasal cave fame
Razor claws raised, always just out of frame
My nose fights for roses who fight for the sun
My face fights to feel like it's the only one
My nose bulbous and guido, red frying fat
A lower case r as a bridge between that
Which is possible and Xanax and animals
Islands, channels, crackling insides
What did I do?
I stayed home and thought of tides

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