Note To a Friend
Today I found you worm
Diabolic
In an old book's page
Vitriolic
In mnemonic rage
I squirmed frantic
For my chewed up words.
I thought I was breeding butterflies
Not a strange infestation.
Soft ugly stage
Before the swatter and swatting
Multiplied to wage
An internecine gossiping
About nothing you know
Nor who I am
That saw you pulsated and glow
With innards on fire
And just too much ashes for desire.
A worm in a book
Does not an academic make
It was the experience
That I foraged for credentials
Hoping to turn them
Into Sunday evening conversation
But the words I kept for that
You have chewed them up.
Being environmentally friendly
Do not assume
I sanction molestation
The story
Is infested with strange
Venom
Biodegradable
For when the corpse is done
Die the maggot as the flie
Die the termentation.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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