On....

On Teeth

found in sour oysters

you're meant to suck on

 

On Pearls

found in sour oysters 

you're meant to suck on

On Eyebags

easiest way to see

your mother's face

is to concentrate on them.

 

I kissed yours,

but they stayed sunken.

 

After all, love is not like sleep

or water. 

On Poets

to be one

take up a pen, crack it open,

finger paint ink to paper. 

 

crumple the paper.

swallow it. two hours later

take a shit in a flower planter

and pray that some bird

or irreverent wind is

benevolent with a flower seed. 

 

If a season passes and 

your offering is beset

with weeds, slit your wrists

and leave behind a note

written solely in words stolen

from a beautiful dead one. 

 

or smoke a cigarette 

and kick the dud planter 

and its bad dirt.