Poetry

Adept in riling. 
You cannot chew the thoughts. 
There was no mandible. 
 
This double-edged 
cutlass. The curvy contour 
brings you to a hole. You 
spray a defoliant to 
denude the trees. 
 
Naivete. 
Who was competent enough 
to disconnect the sparring 
bulls. Disingenuous, you 
were not interested to – 
 
design a stillness as a 
requiem for the trailing dazzlers.