An Acrylic De Ja Vue

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;