Tuesday, April 11, 2017

11 april

to have cake
and also to eat it
do you notice
anyone else?

the shelf is packed with alarm
there's no limit to race to

the chase is to
the smallest
the shoetallest
the youngest
or the hungest
and if those show
all together then

it's anyone's weather to vain
rain on the plain
obscenely seen by narrowed eyes
disguised with discontent
as if we've meant a great deal
to some other stage but now
caged in a smaller moat
while the gloating floats higher
than deserved to an underserved
population of thought

i'm caught in a scramble
afraid to break the eggs
while the juice pulps along
the wrong fiction
watered down and drifting out to sea

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