Do What You Love

each one teach another
there's no good reason to be kind
draws rings around his nosey
with a pocket full of knives!
we scrimshaw his cheekbones all spiraly
but we promised he'd be blind
so we hang his eyes between our legs
a little humor helps us unwind



forest lakesides slick and slimy
roads like scars criss-cross the land!
a spiral jetty for each eyrie
a bear's fat wallet in every hand
these elders most retiring
give of their wisdom all they can
when even the boulders begin perspiring
we will return them to ash and sand



Polypemon was an amateur
and Torquemada loved no snakes
if we repeat their work a tad
it's only by mistake
we like to take a memory from each
and arrange them in our den
they called us monster once before
and that mistake's on them



crafted this precious fruit
from our nurtured suffering
this apple is very bitter
and it carries a poison sting
pangs of regret and shame and rage—
white flesh within green peel
one bite and all joy in life is gone
and your wounds will never heal



disconnect at the articulations
creak crack snap them in half
flexible and tough like dried leather
grows more supple as we chew and gnaw
blood feels right running down our chin
getting all over our neck and chest
we howl