Naked to the seams
Sewn at the scrotum and tongue
Fed on briny cabbage
And tea weeds
The throaty circumference
Of my vocal I
Spits death rays
At stars
If they dare to climb
I am the bearer of low-hanging fruit
In my presence, others succumb
To their indifference
I am dream-tied to existence
Chanting phrases and scattered rhymes
That cling to the way of least resistance
This is how I overcome
One response to “Enchanter”
I had to come down a little bit from that scrotum line so I’m now drinking wine just after 1pm 😋