at the end of the head
is the thought that i'll share
the voice to relay
starts in sour belly
then clumbsily climbs through bad breath and rotting teeth
until it finally escapes to the vibrations..that when they reach
shall penetrate you
that's the detail that it deserves (if it is to become a treasure)
it's exactly what you might have done
had you the same unintelligent design.


Sean C. Bowen
Sean C. Bowen is a poet from Marlboro, New York.