Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Glenn R. Frantz
The people and territory are thinking of the bandage
and do not see beneath the conduct of the cactus
or the awakening of static.
This is a pool of lava.
All perceptible holes in this confederation are poison.
All strange enemies in this climate are possible.
Any reason to be cruel, accidentally or willingly,
is ominous enough.
Any attention to a fact, damaging or curious,
is positive invitation.
This is a matter of reaction.
All craziness deserted.
No inkling of this argument may be caught, fixed, or neutralized,
by sharks of any ship or waves in any ocean,
or rather by a gun or even questions,
without the sardonically unsettled form of the ground.
The gun in this problem is for your information only.
About Glenn R. Frantz