i am a drunken tyrant of language
a fly chewing on a razorblade

i am the shadow of the leopard dancing in tall grass
your hair like spilled years awakens me

i am your lancelot of sleep bent riddles
i wear a necklace of dying spiders

my toes are made of roman coliseums
complete with dirty clouds in the back of my mouth

this poem is a blind eye pressed agains the moon
handfuls of i could haves but diddn’t

Kirk P. Hansen was born in Columbia, MO, and holds an M.F.A. in Writing and Poetics from Naropa University. His collection, I wish this feeling was stronger than codeine: Sex poems about love was published by Alpha Beat Press in 1998.

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