Thursday, February 20


Into the earth you go,
Among the lipless larva,
And blind white fish--
Petrifying conglomerate orbs.
Pores permeated with slugs and smoke,
Winking caves in martian lands,
Jointed legs clattering through rocky cores.
The vortex draws you in.

This beetled biography draws a no-show.
Too much tunneled for, to carve a
Home, mandibles whirring with each wish—
Jaws regurgitating plant unabsorbed.
Antennae poised, you choke;
Can’t do much without hands.
Sense seals apertures and bores  
A bug hole deep within.

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