I have been off to visit
“Cows in Art Class” *
sliding them down my throat
in a glass of Chablis
poured by Fred Flintstone
as I dream of winning
the lottery in whispers

The rumble begins
past my ears in lobes
but more to the back
where I rest my head
in slumber’s snore
and the gape of mouth
gives birth to spiders

They scurry on stalks
of spotted foxglove
hollowed empty
moist from the suckling
of life in generalities
and the tremble
poisons heart

And this
is where –
I’ve been


Art:  Yellow Cow, Franz Marc,  1911

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