Muscle Poems

Down, Superior!

Your superior poems

Your exquisite ecology

Your new emperor clothes

And our quick race to race you.

 

Down, superior

Hey hold, now we need it cold.

Hey hold, how we need

Money and needs

Give and take—great pains

 

A translation’s easier

Than an original

And an impressionable one

Is only fascinated.

 

How much does wild honey?

No, you never showed me.

But now your going to tell me anyway?

I see you’re passion.

I jabbed til I roused you.

Sleeping, or lazily watching, laughing

I’m on, like your vacation,

Take me with you

On this mission.

 

But don’t fall asleep

And take that, literally.