Caracol (Snail)
Caracol (Snail)
menacing Persons, left behind
the shadow
of their passive insensitivity
[crushed housing]
Regards, city-siders
we accept
your delirious ovation,
and neatly recite
leather-bound policy
on behalf of
those greased morsels
who never owned a voice
to publicise the anguish
of patented choice; glazed
will and self-raising skin
domestic squeals
permeated by human erotica
[de-beaked] performance
making quiet outcry—
splitting hairs
in barbed cages,
but ne’er on heartless heads
God gave them half
a chance to speak,
until world
made them swallow
such lethal doses
of cosmetic flaws;
spirits,
drowning in accessories
lined stomachs
are spilling dignity;
I know you’re green:
it’s those
vegetables
went down the wrong way,
carnivorous lust in reflux
…I’m rambling
to protect my swollen testament
gather my thoughts,
before you squash them carelessly
So haven’t we all
recoiled
from the overt stench
of superior dialogue, cut and
pasted in social gridlock
Though we meant not
to gauge a relished reaction,
merely to mirror
the deafening mannerisms
that were hushing up pink faces
[Too late] now that
rigor mortis
got us
tongue-tied
under the table, blissfully
Drinking a toast
to
pretty conversational pieces
that would never
disturb the ecology,
(assuming we all politely agreed)
Here’s a good pinch
of snickering laxatives, yet
to be administered by watering-can
lucky lady sat on a
cat with sixty-nine lives
The humble bee,
he sits on his own sting
steaming weapons too easily
evaporating his focus
And didn’t you know—
by avoiding death,
you were killing people.
(First appeared in Cordite Poetry Review, Issue #26)