I eat peas like Daniel
so the lions won't eat me
only the fox wants my cheese
to dance in front of Salome
my head skewered on a spit of a poem
Fate had me baptized as John
I am here
to sour lettuceheads
with lemons
for self-knowledge
for the peanut-crunching crowd
to jeer
I eat peas like Daniel
and vomit on paper
food for my thoughts