Wednesday, October 07, 2015

Poetic Theory


Not satisfied with reality
that does not joke,
I pull your leg a little.
.
My theories
laugh like tall tales,
lines of waggery.
.
That creature in the sky
with flesh made of gas,
funny red hydrogen mouth
.
beams and tongue
lolls about
over teeth.

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