Incredibility
Glen Armstrong
As a weakling, I was credible.
My peer-juried papers
were the voice of a gammaradiated generation.
Now the constant pounding
starts within and makes me
bigger, like sex collecting
blood and yellowed pages.
I was credible before my mouth
opened wide and my exploits
littered young boys’ bedrooms.
The other day I saw a drawing
of my big, green face collaged
with UFO and yeti. Jesus Christ.
I used to wake up in the morning
in purple pants and lab coats
and imagine a civilization
rising from its monstrous past.
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The Ghouls’ Review