In the morning he is there, he, she, it, Envy. Gnarled and mean Small, stunted I call he, she, it, Yve Yve is gnawing on the entrails Of my mind Over...
There’s a goose Caught in a tree That I see Every day on the drive to work It hangs Head caught in branch Long neck hanging down Wings frozen in elbows-out Shape It took me a while