The head fragmented
orange man reads
dust deposits
layers in full, dressed in black
broken at the ankle
breathe easy breathe easy
death comes a yawn
not much light in here,
should smoke less
because
big frog manipulates
women chat over the carrot grinder
breathe easy breathe easy
yawn choke
white man’s a rasta
eyes wounded by dark
circled by sharks
should smoke
because
rectangular afternoon charms
me
but irony has no weight here
will fall, will fall,
fallen
the head’s fragmented.
Published here a long time ago:
http://madswirlspoetryforum.blogspot.com/2011/05/best-of-mad-swirls-poetry-forum-052811.html
