stemmed and steepled


stemmed and steepled
launched towards the dark sky
like a juggling ball halting in midair
or a flying sofa
surrealistic like clocks melting
the weird tail of Robin Hood

I say this to my defense:
"there are no ants
or funny bones
at the end of why I care"

strange is a juicy mandarin
in love with the device
that will squeeze it
out of existence
from the I that actually matter
into when curtains will fall

cheers

must go now
before there is another gap
between the I and the not the I

it is a matter of being
or who in fact was true
it was always about the right
to incur common law
on the ones gone
far beyond the fiction
and the tale we live




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-04-25 at 22:29

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