Posted on February 8, 2011 in Poetry

from the balcony
i simply observe

i’ve glazed my face
with clay
a nebulous goddess
shiny, shellacked

you wave your arms
in eight directions

you flail
i try like hell
not to do the same

what exactly is an octopus, anyway?

it’s not a reptile
not a fish
is it an amphibian?

fucking slippery, that’s all i know
impossible to pin down

i no longer wish
to invest
in your performance

i prefer my blurry view
your edges dilated

you’re well-tended
i can see that from here