Ambushed in my coiled state among the weeds, I sense the urgency of that long stick above my head. This moving hugeness here, that hunts relentlessly to shower hate upon my funneled flesh, has come at last, and I, compelled to stand my circled ground, hiss my revenge, flick my pronged tongue in rage, and brave the scream of sky upon my back.
The whirling last sensations in my eyes will be the tumbled grass, the rush of air - as I in blindness strike the nearer foe, explode my weapon on some harmless trunk of tree in suffocating haste, and die a writhing line of velvet cut in half.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
A fresh perspective, very poetically expressed!