Sebastian’s
garlic sour-pickle muse
floats down
in little hours, when he’s mute
with doze,
babbles inner-ear, his ill-mate
of wicked dreams,
demon songs, hints a mite
or louse,
might just, with pinch-mandibles, bite
him to death-
by-a-thousand-cuts, his bile
rising like fire
or Harley motor-bike
climbing
Pike’s Peak, bed-crumbs the sun’ll bake
in a human heat,
claiming nothing jake,
fool’s bane,
third-eye cuke spins joke after joke.
Darren Lyons is The Inquisitive Eater's Poet of the Month for April 2018.
Darren Lyons is currently earning his MFA in poetry at the The New School. His work has been featured in Chronogram, Stonesthrow Review, and on The Best American Poetry Blog.
Featured image via Flickr.
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