something that came mostly from beneath

Something That Came Mostly From Beneath

The people who had called to try to find out how I was

are clear tubes that hold the red firelight. “Those roots go deep.”

Squirting the hypodermic like some bare doctor, then giving myself the old

lush green-dyed coconut “grass” strewn with jelly bean “eggs,”

I found plenty to admire, despite the grim forecasts I’d been reading

as I lay there dirty and nagoy and fair shagged and fagged on the bed

to guess the identity of the riddle’s subject. This was an irresistible

twister smashed out. Sucking surface air, she tore a black furrow

crammed with burning ordure, their skin peeling and rotting, a fireball

considering some of the other songbirds we had in close quarters

in circles around his pale eyes like a horse he cannot catch and

there were none of these flickers and blobs you get, say, when you

snapped. Before anyone really knew what was going on,

the thing rears onto its hind legs.