Friday, March 20, 2015

Frank Valentine

The snail I hailed
with praise this morning
I nailed this afternoon
it was sad and gory
a crackling sound
and then a pool of snot
how far into the earth we’ve got
it was all pure accident
my presence eliminated his
his presence illuminated mine
I liked his level-headedness
the way he kissed the ground
he told me frankly he might
wait a bit if I was what
being human meant

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