Edgar Allan Poem

by abubhaji

Edgar Allan Poe
Poe tato-
head, extraordinaire:
fairy-fated, frolickery
within and without all
ghoul-trickery;
the crooked hill the crooked tree the neary moon-
noose to hold the neck
of naive brevity lifts
the spidered-hairs of my arm
as mandibles pulls at my spine-fortune
for you, ear-spuds, for I the shovel-handle
choked-up to dig you, perhaps,
to bury you again,
in my shelf-made
mausoleum.