Poem 20150811

spinning and twisting
like a middle school
science fair
project on DNA
made of multicolored
styrofoam balls

jammed together with
white toothpicks
or popsicle sticks
notes about bases
peeling where the glue
didn’t keep it
attached to the poster board

points off for that

we twist and spin
an expression of genes
and madness in the blood
and in the bones
and in the loins

we spin
we turn
driven down
into the earth
like screws
tightened down
by the immaculate

2 thoughts on “Poem 20150811”

Comments are closed.