The Idiot


Five idiots sensing all things crashing

crashing into the oil, the snot, the tears, the wax

and the tongue.

the naive tongue

privileged, stupid

can’t handle something a bit too sour

the worst of the idiots

arrogant, confident

Confident from the beginning

from the ecstasy of beginning

it twists, it mimics

twisted shapes of another tongue

slowly growing bigger

and suddenly growing closer

finally tasting what taste buds taste like

"I'm tonguing the smooth, salty, bloody crater again."

It remembers the first tooth

and passes

the rite

of sensuous