a snake poem

a snake poem

all the written words tremble like loose letters on a page

made of peat moss, in loose soil. we are all disappearing

and the ink u n writes with a body of its own yet

not a mind. all the zooming trapped animals in their prints

and tracks, we are taking names and counterfeit numbers, we are hollering

in the streets. once, they started to scrape the sky. we all

fell in awe at the long shadows of what we had done. it was

a playing field, a game like baseball, a gum franchise, we built it,

we come back.  tripping over each other with triggering

fists grabby looks filthy stares dangling near necks, wrapping. this gut

spilled itself on that computer, ruined a hard bargain, a soft drive.

in small bites the experiment chews and      chews. the money

like gum sticks pick up sticks popsicles it          slithers

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