Ryan Wilbur

Seperate the yolk
from the shell, and learn
to play chicken

learn to knead
truth

learn to bring tissue

the circle jerks
over,
now who wants the cookie?

Surely not the belly
filled with oleander.

Disciples of Polyphemus!

you lumbering cyclops

your [con] science
betrayed the curls of your lashes.

We're all a bunch of liars
climbing
Arostotle's ribcage,
hoping this makeshift
ladder
belongs to Jacob.

If you want to believe
in something,
let a lion eat you.