Brian WooMar 31


(sanity
is a cold hard crunch
spoken words imitate colors of thought
night blossoms down trunks
cascade of new pennies
copper coated zinc tears
glitter like grasshopper in gloaming
sanity rises with the moon
revealing owl eye acuity
a perpetuity of sundrenched cyclicality
converses with the solidarity of sickles
burrowed deep in crocodile domiciles
sanity is lachryphagous, hematophagous)
man eater man eater man eater