Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Angelica Fuse- Three Poems


Fear to Tread

do not be
afraid to step
here child

the earth
whispers but
it seems neither

of them knew
the blast
that lay beneath

the recently
tilled earth.


Phosphorus

the way
they swoon
after him

you might
think
his junk
had its own
glow

as if he
is some
filthy mattress
angler fish.


Craven

some say
wicked
some say
misunderstood

I say licking
the earth
in desperation

a mad dog
with wild eyes
less evil
more a force
of nature.
 
 

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