4.23.17

If I were I bicycle

I would have a flat tire but a comfortable seat.

Now,

if i were you

reading this

i would wonder

what kinds of

tragedies

create men

of depreciated value.

If I were a wolf 

I would have no legs but very sharp teeth.

i would wonder

if i am one of these men.

if i am not

I would wonder

whether I’ve helped

shape one.

 

If I were a flower

I’d be translucent but with a splendid aroma

and most likely poisonous, but rare. 

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Written at 10:13 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, while anticipating a large dump.