
Before the Opening: Meditation on a Seed Pod


Beware, this
Be where the
Bungles goes.
Can’t tell ears from eyes from nose.
Tales of able sable sailors,
Falling fallow in the shallows.
Fables of tallow tufts, midnight gusts,
And Bungles’ gallows.
So hunker in your bunkers b’low,
Beware, this
Be where the
Bungles goes.