As a Child I Admired the Marvel Loki

egg water kiss
its gall white hot
the term under liquid
seclusion

its fish unlinks
within the tary
of the hordes
eggs hovering
in synthetic plaques
words like morgues
whose

phonetcetera
staples ears
to a flying
sorcerer

//

pet word,
do you work today?

I leave you hear
at home
to sleeep, cavort,
and play, or prey
while eye
in my back-ache
drome, a giving

hands
to a fire of
hands

fingers,
they announce

"manica Hippocratis"

let that skinless
Greek endeavor
forever
review
the rough
enticing

volume.