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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Out of the Mesh, Up Through the Filter

a child in a child's body
you come out in conversation

like the circus ringleader
flared fins and ruffled sleeves

the lion tamer in
a bed high on stilts

it's true, you do everything --
I've got it made

but here's a little lullaby
about donkeys and burros

riding Rhodesian Ridgebacks
on through the desert

a grotesque little tune
it's good for what ails ya


2011

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