Hey

Look at me.

I’m talking

to you…

may I ask

a question?

When you read a poem,

when you look at me,

have you ever

considered

what you are doing?

You are eating.

Each word you

look at

enters your mind.

And each word

has a life of its own

but like

a raw piece of

fish

a bad piece of

meat

there is a chance of a

parasite

wriggling inside

a word

hooks in your mind

now

consuming you…

A Poet’s Trojan Horse.

And look how much

you have eaten

already~

I hope you

continue to read

poems

I would love

the company~