In Reflective Mode

Poetry monster's in reflective mode,
"as animal must be immediate,
I start by casting off of abstraction,
wonder cloak I hang closeted in me,

I treat sounds as smells, put my shapely snout
to the ground to try to sniff truffled words
unruffled underground, and dig them out
from where they're waiting to ambush me

my greed possesses me, I find myself
lo…