Climb out of your own poems
The Spanish conquerer said to me
Engulfed in flames and eating a green banana
He spoke in tongues
He must have
I understood him
Though I didn't comprehend him
I under listened
So I really did under-stand him
A tiny mandolin playing potato bug stopped walking across my living room and looked up at me
SHUT UP YOU NARCISSTIC BOOB
What?
A potato bug is yelling at me?
And just like that a polish fortune teller burst in through my apartment
This poem blows he said
And I went to bed
-RTB
