Comic by Dan Lynn
Jealous creatures seek joy
but spit lava-hot hate
down side streets in our neighbourhood.
They dig tunnels
and rake minds with grit stained fingertips.
For this we disown them.
But hey!
Isn’t that your tongue too?
with the barbs
and the pricks
(the distilleries)
and the upside-down doorways?
This idea of truth-joy
is a hatchet-mouth
frothing at blade-teeth
seeking
jealous.
And for this we disown it.