Poetry Archives Bio
November 23, 2016
10:31 PM
ends and odds

a solitary golden hair
grows from my beard

I pluck it out with orange
thin-nosed pliers

soon I shall be shorn
(a drought of you now fills me

as I wait  what is a seven
letter word for "creature

undergoing change
(or five  it's all the same

the straightedge of secern├Ęd thought
what has no teeth  no nipples

and lays eggs  (best not to know