biding my tiger


biding my tiger ( regit ym gnidib )


i’m biding my tiger
& watching the paint drive


sows up the wall
beneath grey clowns


i’m writhing a leper
& dotting the clocks


spotting a cow
in fissures of speech


i’m foaming a penfriend
& ghosting a goblin


sipping sweet sups
of rosy lee’s coffee


in this old house sparrow
i glisten to rainfall


in lightning’s bright absence
& your unicorns