Entomophobiac Poem by William Greco

Entomophobiac



uncalled and unwitting
I slipped through the wrong door
propelled by philosophy
of skid marks
and there she's standing
eating a pear under the apple tree
the verminous tree
in sweet naivete
which comes
in many transitions

Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: insect,surrealism
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