Slug Poem (i)......<

 

The slugs think that

they are being intellectual

 

They would like to wear glasses -

but they don't have ears

 

They are holding a convention

downstairs on my carpet

 

They tell me that 'the mark of a genius

is a silver trail' -

 

The slugs think that it is likely

that I'll salt them

 

I don't think I will

Not just yet

 

published in The New Writer