Like walking and talking watermelons
Full of little black seeds to grow
The tangled roots of sophistry
Born from watery disappointment
It sucks from the ground
Through woody umbilical cords
Long since saved in cedar chests
For the purpose of posterity
And mother daughter secrets
Like how the earth spit them out
To metastasize with thought
And petrify the axioms
Deep inside her private diamonds
She folds back the soft crystals
To show me her carbon
And it's lumbering inevitability
While my tongue hung warm taffy
And coiled around my feet
Seemingly ready to strike
With righteous indignation
At things like rustling leaves
Or murmuring house dwellers
Who leave steaming trails of DNA
To heaping piles of pointed fingers
While exposing their naked backsides
To open criticism or lustful interest
As a form of legal punishment
And moral retribution
I haven't given up expecting
Less than more from everything around me
Like the anticipation of surprise
Or an end to infinity
But I won't lose any sleep over it
While I ride the hairy rodent of time
One arm free...
I will jam the bit down hard
Against its razor teeth
And guard against its rabid bite
I'll buck this bronco crazy
And while staring down his beady eye
I'll conspire to eat his lunch
So watch my strength endure
As I bleed him out,
Yelping and bleating
And leave him to dangle
By the end of his own forked tongue
