ENO SUTRAMAN Poems
Take your poem in both hands and press and squeeze,
Smash square-deadly at each 'not yours', turn your back on it,
Let time hands run their rounds on each line plea for mercy,
Till the poem kneels to kiss the hands of Time and yours, and
whisper- I'm only, only Yours.
Bon Appetite My Man
Flight envy, fame- scolded -tongue -genre, uproar, twisted,
Embrace hard the luck tackle, lot - nova pan-cosmic,
Gravitate to rigor self -muck enhanced, ultra mime seismic
Faults exposing -con, trance the animal fine twin-witted-
Are there any traces in all of you of man-woman eating?
Preferences embrace vice versa, perversion, all -but the devouring slow worm
Unemployment threatened -Holy Communion feeding,
Kidding-we love nature- hard crust Earth corpses equality to earn?