March 23, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Distortion contortion Distortion contortion Over the mix Convexation innovocaine Taking down the pain Threshold’s wandering lust For power and growth and Form and witness statements To the contrary suggest it Does not go with the full monty Of dresses and orders to Perform on command like Trained otters floating at sea Holding hands, instead it makes do With a lot of foul weather-mouths Like close friends in March. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...