an acrylic de ja vue
one time too many once again
as bitter as an onion in a stew.
I have spent my day in a gooseberry bush
a vegetable of whiplash serving supper to the crows.
my nemesis the downfall of a corrugated box
through careless roots with a sundial for a friend;
there I sat and watched the playful run
dancing with the ducks on a scythe of stars
spitting love through a goldfish bowl
less tropical more languid
now at an age when just to think it still
in horse and harmony assured
with news of Cleopatra trading insults with my wood;
an obligatory smile from the dead of night.
the slight-of-hand of those who cannot die.
it is Mary's Song through the windows to the gold
singing only for my supper rich-deserved;
to the food of words I eat
sucking butter from the backdrop of a spoon
I am a cereal killer of all who crave milk.
bark with me; bark at the moon;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 5th, 2024 12:28
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Comments2
lol this is fabulous, love those last lines I really nearly did bark. 🌹
woofy wiff, wiffit woffy;
(doggy language for thank you Teddy)
Tremendous work. In the abstraction, you say a lot of concrete things. Very well done.
very much appreciated Thomas.
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