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Only for a Moment
So much is open ended. A giant Santa’s skirt buttoned
with glass, the hands of the pupetteer dominatrix,
a strange god wrapped in wet tooth enamel, there
it will only hurt for a moment, if only there. It will
be put in a traffic light box; my life began in a storybook
in Borges’ imaginary library, Bruges De La Mort, the sequel?
The reading room is scratched with glass notes, drawn
with the beginnings of composition. but the patrons aren’t
much for it, the livid nosed listen not to hear, self contained,
they stuff themselves in areas with golden thimbles. Am
I really an esperanto hush in the magnetic symmetries?
A happenstance subtitle in William Shatner’s 'Incubus”?
For three knights I have been able to sleep without
thoughts of disorder, or thoughts of thunder, battle.
i mistrust this. Am I a telegraph to an eternal damsel
in distress, her fortune cookie broken by
a one armed man?
Comments
Roscoe Lane
Tue, 2017-10-31 07:27
Dreamlike,
Dreamlike words that are a pure pleasure to follow, the imagery is quite exquisite. Regards Roscoe....
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.
fink555
Wed, 2017-11-01 17:55
Why
thank you