Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Previously Published on Bohemia . . .



Beep Beep

squeals this feathered fury
of a dream as it leaves me
in the dust  of my latest
failure.  I am
emaciated, starving in this desert
where I should be king.  Animal
instincts flame inside
inadequate body.  I stare down
the path before me:  prey’s
elicited departure runway,
already erased by wind and tumble-
weed.  Lightbulb pops into frame
above my head.  I know
hopeless, even before it lands,
an ACME anvil, smashing me flat.






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