Spooky Poets

come sit on my words

dear reader

like outdoor furniture

for thin hips

while wheezing spooky poets under gaudy umbrellas

are nervous about making a good impression

all of your hosts

snuffed candles burning-out

for metaphors and alliterations

begging

one poem at a time

for a light

that we will never see

go ahead

antagonize me

you, who live in an idealized passed

fear the future

and ignore the present

while i hide like a little girl

behind the bare legs of poetry

that will show you

my head is a lantern moon

that feels words like cosmic storms

tumbling stone heads

onto boulders of terracotta shards

my ink smells like stinky saliva

like a kabuki fight to the death

unwinding paper machete viscera

and plucking out make-believe hearts

while gobbling fortune cookies containing

while gobbling fortune cookies containing

jokes, platitudes, and fortunes

that never come true

in a dreamland of masturbation’s

i’m trying to break something in you!