Lion's Tooth

Lion's Tooth

 

I’ve settled

down now.

Dandelion is

nuzzling my feet,

God is stroking my back.

 

Smudged by black tar,

bangs greased up, my

supple mind,

vibrates at the wind’s whim.

 

Trudge thru a tunnel,

pass gas,

paint the Little Prince,

make him well endowed.

 

Kneel before bottles

abundant,

pray for

livers in need of respite.

 

Fixate on a gold

sign

Luminescent-

Like

a man I saw

crying to Bob Dylan.

 

Croak at all the

passersby,

Glazed-eyed bobbleheads

Sipping on the same witches’ brew.

 

None can fasten me.

I lick my own boots.

I’m anomalous.

My insides are crinkled paper and

jelly.

I’m a fleeting floating thing,

shooting my way out of the mesosphere

 

 

 

 

 

WRITTEN BY BONA PARK

ILLUSTRATION BY SARAH MCCROREY