Lunching with the exes

"Your request is prohibited because it would cause a cycle"



I watched as an ant killed a grub today,

how that grub curled and twitched

and the ant alternated its attacks

nipping at the undulating tube of flesh

with its powerful mandibles.

And, like the way one can increase the duration of sex through variety,

I saw it in that way, too.

It made me question what exactly

is the difference between an idea and an experience.



Dig out a sizable trench in your head.

Fill it with - a pall of smoke, efflorescent.

Do a galliard on the gibbet



I was speaking, really, ex podium, so:

not entirely in that proselytizing mood nor

in that evangelical mode nor

in that sermonic capacity.

Although, I did swat aside the personal attacks

in something less than the professorial tone. 



Sometimes I worry in seeing my name on something.

It feels like a place-setting for a formal dinner I may not like.

(hopefully someone else foots the bill).



I am quite deft in rhetoric, which means:

a) I can easily spot it in others, and;

b) I know better than to use it.

If my reasoning is pooched on this score,

and I come off sounding ineloquent as a result

(pretty, pretty words, O!),

consider this the straightest deal you'll ever get

(at least from me, natch).

© Kane X. Faucher