Bug Poem

the shield bugs
the jesus bugs the bugs
that come from
toilet paper
bugs I get
them the bugs on my face
the black heads
of bugs I face
come and get it this
the silent bugs the ones
that get awards
bugs on bats
maggots that
eat gangrene the bugs
that copulate on
the dirty mattress
on the porch the bug
to which I say you
suckers bugs that want
to wear rings on my bed
my desk, tennis
court bugs one on phoebe,
Anna, Georgia, Wendell
bugs what-ing on
the ducks I love
the feel of one
in my throat
god save them
sum of them
but keep them
at bee and at bay
at home on
the holster.

* published in “Intercapillary/Space”

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