Poems Niederngasse
K.R. Copeland
Big Bad

Little Red, I'd like to fang my way
to copper-flavored fluid,
chew through skin and muscle tissue,
munch your tendons.

I'm maniacal with hunger,
you're a pig with parsley sprigs
between its fore-teeth.
Salivating, I slink nearer,

Granny was a tasty treat,
meaty, sweet and gummous,
bumptious crumb in fleece.
You're her spitting image, dearie,

only younger, comely, creased
in the corner, horror-laden
your legs spread, a heady feast.

03-04/
K.R. Copeland is a frequently published poet slash amateur entomologist. She resides in Chicago IL. with her many multi-legged friends.  email:  K.R.Copeland
06-04
See the Past Performers page for more of K.R. Copeland