This is a story of a boy, fifteen.
Kafka, turns into a cockroach, don’t
approach; I prefer isolation. No need,
no need. Go away.

I appreciate cross cultural references.
Meta-critical poetry. Metaphysical cross-
country. Metaphorical love-making.
Meta-l music. Meta-stasis from young to
younger. Meta-morphosis from man to—

Villain. Or maybe that is simply a trope.
I appreciate tropes. Not troops, military or
otherwise. That is simply too straight—

Forward.