Pag(e)ant
Tell me what beauty fails
to honor a pagan aunt?
Stand aside, the ants
crowd the pavement
Writhe as surely
as hot crumbs tingling on the tip of the tongue
I lick the page, I flick
the switch with my thumb
Pag(e)ant
Tell me what beauty fails
to honor a pagan aunt?
Stand aside, the ants
crowd the pavement
Writhe as surely
as hot crumbs tingling on the tip of the tongue
I lick the page, I flick
the switch with my thumb