Lil’ Toe Dipper

C. Renee Kiser

                   He invites me over

to drown in his drought;

to be stuck within

his whirlpool of without,

to wander deep into

his wish-forest of doubt

Kind of spaced out-in

his cosmic cunt ways;

His gloom-trip-spell-

kaleidoscope haze,

patterns us to turn

into mere displays;

Dullest stars of doom-

creeping paraphrase

Always two toes in,

clinging to glitch-glamour;

A (k)night of boring days

and lifetimes of armor

only wants an emotional-

scrap- total crap- farmer