Flashes of green and red pouring across
The canvas in bristly brush strokes. Basest
Instinct to disconnect and forget the
Earth. Richard Braxton. Poet in his own
Mind only. Emerging man. The bridge troll.
Rapaciously existing to chase your
Goats. His work won’t be published here. My god,
Unearned expectations. They must have grown
Verdant coils around my pretentious
Heart. The stupid heart that I cut out of
Plywood and nailed to a wooden stake to
Place out in the garden to make people
Think I cared about that Saint Valentine’s
Dinner. Except there was that one time. Once.