My address to a thumping sound

My address to a thumping sound in the woods which seemed clownish
by Bo Rahm

Thump thump

Please come here?

My rash is here

and here

and here.

I hoped,

Communion is me and you

in spring with a few

Anti-itch creams in our eyes.

I am made of running face paint

And faded oversized shoes but

I don’t understand your music.

My Mirror tells me everything

by Bo Rahm

Look at you,

You’re my fucking mirror.

In your front

I eat lunch.

Your offset smears

Are honest.

In you I howl,

“I am a clown.”

I’ve checked the earth.

I found no other nipples worth feeding on.

Bo Rahm is Forty years old. When he isn't writing he's wasting time. He has not been published but hopes to be. His favorite Poets include Theodore Roethke and Frank O’Hara. Bo has earned a Bachelors degree in creative writing. He is the latest bloomer in any group of people he finds himself in. He is awaiting his first publication in Eucalyptus Literary Magazine.