lobes
extruded from my flesh
all the faces
lobes
extruded from my flesh
all the faces
picking seeds from my teeth
one I missed is already growing in my gut
when it blooms
rose petals will follow
wherever I go
ancient ships
brought us from the home world
they're pitted, some tumbled
we don't need them now
we've learned to fly
Stalked by the celeroids, Dr. Frankenveg quickly came to rue his latest gene-manipulation experiment.
Sewing A New Head
On the scarecrow
she's screaming and yelling
at the crows
who still sit on her shoulders
whispering insults in her ears
pecking at her like she’s
kernel corn, which is
meanwhile growing fast
knee-high, waist high
taller than the trees
ears bigger than watermelons
swelling fat under the
burning summer sun
I'm getting out of here
before they start to pop