A Chipped Tooth In The Broad Smile Of A Worm

 
 
 
Surrender Dorothy,
 
And
make
your Socrates
from a lost
sock...or a
monkey-
 
with two
loose buttons
for eyes
and two loose eyes
for nothin'.
 
and with
a chipped tooth
in the broad smile of a worm...
as your glorious
prize !
 
threading a hook
in the grey impossible
like a dull
thump
 
inside
 
Inside*.
 
II
 
Let us cling to the market place of shallow ideas.
there, we can march to the county fair
and display our swollen feet
to the clergy of the
Impossible.
 
III
 
Let's glow like ants in a cave... that glow.
For the Cave is dark and full of errors
that correct our course napkins
to the crease of our mouths
as we swallow
the limit.
 
IV
 
Do be the one that saves me from
the myriad angels that love me
none.
Be the wanton Mercy at my bed, come -
from a dire hope to a better
One.
 
V
 
Be the last thing I see as a threat to my anguish
and the first thing I believe in
to claim
It.