Be Wary

THE BEARS
that taxi inside language
thirty seconds, my stuff taxi driver
can be Heidegger
or somebody dumber.

I owe you one bathtub,
one internet.

Looks? are you sure about this?

Penelope got ursine
as she approached
the Deathstar.

I find names
more beautiful than people

and that is why
they locked me

inside this place.


Will you let me out
with that fish-scale key?


And I can leer...


exactly in imitation of the rare bird
that lives at the heart of your poem...


wanna see?