like a name
It grabbed
me like a name, went through
me like thread through Its needle, convinced
me the blood inside was a myth sung to
me, It clung
to me
like a bay to the dog, like
the rhythm in my sixth sense n my drum
beat in It. It swallowed
me, It ate
me like my swag, my droving,
my easy [ ] infarction through amateur poetry. It ate of
me on the hoof, licked
me with my tongue
sensuous n dull
as ditchwater on friday morning.
