Against the wall, I leaned. And a little
Man walked out. He wore a green felt robe of
Biting animals. Lifted his right arm
And opened his hand releasing a cloud
Of flies. There was a chorus spike as I
Realized my body was reacting. I
Was outstretched. The stucco against my back
Arms. A Greek chorus filed the room. Tammy
Was nowhere. And black feathers hung to like
Tassels. Morning flinched as the second world
Ate the daughters who’s soldier shuddered when
The strongest ship pulled up anchor and fled.
I felt my skin crawl from the sleeves, and I
Bowed broken to the audience of her.
Film making takes information like flowery script
To symbolize camera leaning cobwebs.
Postponement from the day pins hands
Played by reason that they can the wall doodles.
The white fancy looping of cherries
That look like the Haitian people.
Swarm squiggles over a crumpled audience
About the cultural witchdoctor.
The group of cursive has turned into an island.
The arterial spray
Would have skittered across the floor
Had I their late night snacks.
The audience was definitely ready
For kids to eat something that causes heartburn.
They still would have tasted like something
He pulled from several people in the audience.