Tick Ripe For Bursting
There are a lot of things under my saddle
I don’t like, but saying what they are is
like trying to focus a camera after you’ve
dropped it. Besides, I shouldn’t complain.
I’m the one who’s always taking off his clothes
for the CIA, trying to tell everything at once
and then falling through my own language.
Better to keep your eyes on the rim of truth
over the edge of the plate, much better
than being like a tick ripe for bursting
and then keening when it happens
Stand back. I feel another confession coming on.
Stripped bare, the oo’s and ah’s may save us.