It quivers deep in my stomach
that which I've filled with gold
joyful food and celebration
It's loyal and stays close always
the rubbery brood of which
I cannot give birth
In sudden dreams
that pass through wakefulness
my half sleep shudders
This will not be named today
because it slides through
a spiraled pipe of senseless vibration
I have longed to capture
the harried animal out of reach
as it turns to flash its teeth
Magnificent beast who yawns
red-eyed at my boredom
inspect what you create
This tied-up creature tugs
at the edges of every me
that brings the end so suddenly
Barry G. Wick
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