You have hit the jackpot

By reading this poem.

Or actually, no, sorry,

by reading this you’ve in fact injested

poetic cookies, which are non-material,

semi-nutritive enzymes that excrete a

phosphorous-like substance in the brain.

While benign, these cookies do produce

occasional light shows in the cranial cavity.

If you are against cookies –

if you are really sure you really

do not like cookies and will not

accept out cooky policy

(but who doesn’t like cookies?),

then you can remove them by simply

returning in time to before

you hit the jackpot.

Poetry is my protection

Poetry is my protection against terror.

It fortifies no wall but collapses the one

behind which I find myself cowering.


I’m embarrassed to find myself there.


Poetry is every word in the question,

What are you afraid of?


It leads me outside.