Showing posts with label flarf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flarf. Show all posts

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Some Flarf

A break from the usual cut-ups of blog posts. So today, a flarf poem:




Cicadas Shells


in its nymphal stage, slowly emerging
half-way outside of its own shell
placed on the tongues of deceased persons

to see a cicada shed its skin,
in all but one burrow
            with white, pale  blue, orange
chocolate brown eyes
thick on the ground

live underground as nymphs 
for most of their lives
            can be found on the trunks 
of trees;  veins
in the cicada’s wings
            fill up like heat
to collect them

can be found molting an inch:
deformed cicada
at Pine Crest Cemetery—
            two females
found fortuitously in vegetation
constructing an exit tunnel