Knowing 'Ol Roy

Complete nutrition
Wrapped in crimson,
Thatched plastic sack.
I enter head first.

Bright flash on eyelids,
Food smell delights
Me.

Tongue pulls,
Teeth crunch.

I gulp:


Ummtt,
Ummtt,
Ummtt.

I love Grandpa.

Writer

The Great White
Makes me ink.

But one look
At you, little fishy,
And my beak gets wet.

I feel it seeping out,
Even in this ocean.

Pull

The oceans connect.
The air touches us.

We three are ruled
By the gravity of the land.

The middle is boiling.
The outside is cold and empty.

Where am I going?

It burns the skin off my hands,
Sticking little seeds
That I got from my left hip-pocket,
And twisted into the dirt?
Why should I stop?
I just came from
Grandma and Grandpa's
Rose garden.

I got cut from a few thorns
On the way here,
And so I can follow
The bloodtrail home.

I will lay before you
My S-words.
It is your choice
Whether or not
To cut
Yourself.

Fangks for Dinner

Now that I bit you
You don't want to feed me
Anymore?

Then I'll just go out
And run with the
Other wolves.

Where did I leave
My fleece jacket?

America and I

The both of us were
Born in blood.

I made my mother
Cry,
And so she pushed.

I was so proud
Of being an American
The moment
I realized
How many mistakes
I made myself.

Maybe Lady Liberty
Was a flag-burner too.