Like Flies We Gatherto the Honey

I don’t know if it was the Spider that crawled into my bad inner ear and deposited her promiscuous eggs amongst my monogamous brain, or if it was the Cockroaches nit picking and weaseling their clotted boogers from my sleep, leaving only creepy dreams to defend the borders of Arizona’s great divide from their obvious invasion.

 Plucking fingers, going from ears to other orifices of lesser gratification, I audition my stage act in front of the dogs of war… Two of which would bark when the moon is full of crap… as the others bury their bones in the hallowed ground and promised land of Milk and Honey…

 2010 © T.S.