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A Round Set
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I feel lost and lonely.
I feel mostly horny.
I feel my mind, no longer mine.
I do not know the time.
I do not know how to speak
Except in rhyme.
I think will go wander
My city streets.
“What ~
Being lame on one level isn’t enough?
~ High Con
Try ballet!
Compression torque, upward motion ~
Defy gravity!
[Hey!]
~ waves ~
“I agree! Why suck at just one sport,
When you can do tri’s and suck at three?â€
Because, Dear Rude Fabby,
Time, if limited, O know ~
Here, let me grab you, you’re flying!
A partnered catch, a spinning pirouette,
A calculated catch, a well-woven net
Without which no aerialist should display
Her talent, her ability to defy earth’s gravity.
So gravitas, so veritas, so artful dodger
Perriot, Thee, I do know. O.
“I agree! Why suck at just one sport,
When you can do tri’s and suck at three?â€
Try ballet!
Compression torque,
Upward motion ~
Spinning round,
Elevated ground ~ Defy
Gravity! I agree ~ But O, don’t you know?
That’s just a three-ring circus,
A Festival at the Faire, a sparkling cast
O fairies gone awry. O dear, I’ve something
In my eye. Just tear’s deserted prism
Refracting light, a spectrum broken down
For me, a batch of silly clowns.
A book satchel slung over my shoulder,
A party atmosphere, a teaspoon of honey
Makes the medicine go down,
Relieves
My frown!
But the ocean views
Returned ~
Patterned wallpaper, paintings
Sung, songs hung,
Suspended
In mid-air ~
Museums ~ The Painted One ~ stuffed our accessories
Of the crime, a deliberate
Subversion, your artful
Evasion ~ Another version of narrative,
Your sublimation!
But O!
What a Grande Occasion
~ This ferry, and those fairies, too,
Deliver all wee-small passengers, canines, kids,
And alligators, too ~
Deeper into the heart
Of the conversation, a Divine Conversion
A place reserved…
A table set.
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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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