| Like a chair waiting Worst case scenario – sudden like rain in the afternoon at the park of bones, stuttering after-thoughts of gouty winters up spiral staircases while at foyer counters bouquets of joy and tapping their heels on parquet floor old dogs preen coyly to visions, sillage of summer stopping before mirror panes then peeping to smile the smile of new rennaissance coquetry… Anyhow, in the long tedious mutterings of all these half-dead dreams at some point this then tongue of innocence as riverbed of sweet will just go dry, or split and this serpent tongue will be flicking for better rhetorics, or rhymes – no more | Language of sharp objects Languishing in desuetude Scintilla of smooth, or youth, dulling. Are you still right-handed? Because I can make the onion fall to the right… There are shopping carts Whisked away in corners Among stubborn standees, Shelf-talkers. These marketing geniuses Tongue-tied, stunned By their own expectations |
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