"insect" [2003.1121.1045]

you are covered in your pollution, young
scorpions that fasten themselves to your
breast and suck you dry just as you wish that
i be sucked dry.

you peer through a hole in the wall,
confused and cowed by
words of a diety whose
language you can never decypher.

you sneer your snarkiest through grey
language and yellow incisors, grunting an
illiterate tirade about my wasted time.

you jeer your disdain through 30-second commercial
breaks, ignoring momentarily the sea-cow scented
omeletes wedged between heaping
tablespoons of self-help bullshit as..

you look up at me.

but you forget

i look down on you

i will call you insect, and your
back will feel the foamy rain of
spit that heralds the coming
of the great
size 11.