Rabbling in snaky rivers
I chase innocuous dragon coy, oh boy!
their frights fill my cords
with the right kinda chemicals.
Inimically cutting down their avenues,
taking cues from the owls,
disemboweled fish line my teeth
and my shirt pockets, stuffed in with rockets
and various other fear-bearing devices.
My fish-scaring vices show through,
like the dank ugly pus filling my feet.
As I stomp the bed, they detonate.
I, disabled as those golden coy--
in a last searing effort,
I crush one baby to prove my manhood.
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