I am Amoebaman,
extending, distending
the mighty pseudopod.
phagocytosis: I eat,
scavenging across the floor
for succulent young
women’s legs,
dragging them under
my big checkered
protoplasm
and giving them cooties.
Archive for October 2, 1991
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stuck in the eye
with Tanizaki’s
stolen needle.
blind, I admired
the mirror
from memory.
a Buddha
held his halo
over his belly,
pressed it in,
and smiled.
I was struck
in the eye
by the sound
of a violin,
drawn sinew,
smoking resin,
sliding down,
arpeggiated
from my CD.
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