Month: June 2020

Out of our heads!

Nights at the round table!Spouts of hot teasloshed into cups of tiny china.Cards and clinking glasses,glinting toothy smiles!One nods offafter too many Jameson’s.Piggyback up the stairs,unfold him into bed, hah!Open a window, will you?What, tired already?It’s only two!

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Spirits

I’m seeing more somethingsin the sighing airDistances to dramas,beatific in their flash,are shortened.Though I once feared the fear,lungs of sponge breathe it in,baptizing its fire,and I am well.I am well.

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Breakdown

I speak in tonguessometimes.Surely at night,in deep sleep,but now, of late,in broad day.Not literally, of course,or they’d send me to the bin.It started with watery voices,the makers of dream.We argued, for sport.But they’re no longer day blind,and I mimic their lies.

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A man, a plan, a cabal

Associate with the simpleLearn what tickles fanciesAmplify, in bellicose bellowWhip into a scripted frenzyLet loose the sheepwho think themselves lionsbut are infected with the surety of liesand the enfeeblement of reasonThen cull the herdto make them docile

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Familiars

I have clown eyes, drawn and bagged by time. Cauliflower ears tuned to a natural E. Chittering teeth, made sharp by erosion, fit to snag the tongue in the cheek. A coconut carapace to hold my hat and support these sliding spectacles. And the slow regard of a timeworn tortoise.

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