I am a mouse
that eats chalk
it sticks to my tooth
like a badge
like marble
it makes me sad
you only blow your horn
to enter the museum
and steal my walnut
i think I will pass
and put you to the side
I died and it is typical
Written 1991
Protest Poem of Trust
This is a protest poem
This is a protest poem
—
you, you, you
It is with this evidence
I debate
at what cost?
Do we axis?
do we scrub?
So true
You set sail
I see the red oval
I fetch
It must be social
To wait
To grab
you, you, you, you
——
This is a protest poem
It has no words.
The Mask became you
you, and you and you again
and you again and again
–
the raccoon was you
the neglect saw you
the misery found you
the merit seized you
the neutral zone got you
the monster ate you
the ridge slipped you
the merit destroyed you
the alpha cried you
the original you
the balance of you
the child in you
you and you again and again