Apr 23, 2004

Where the twisted fables roar

I told the fables twisted out
spewing Aesop's intestines

in childhood fantasies races were delayed
while tortoises called their bookies
and hares sold thorns to tourists

where sore-pawed lions roared
only roared
ripping fancy fable flesh

burn this zoo
save the children
vandalism is the only hope for childhood
salvation sweet salvation comes by roaring

blow blow blow it down and grow a jungle