to lay
open, freely hand over to
rescue, a vacancy
you know the unfilled site and call it’s bluff to defeat efforts of shield: in the baffle-ments
there has long since been a lack of spectacle, yet on the stage of hoodwink all connive to nod together
incubating a fable
laying down a fib that skips with shoe-laces, tethers and takes up the slack
giving kink a stay of execution: a punishing mental twist
with a noose around ideas that pester to the point of embarrassment
in a pact, so pale it is beyond fastening, a hybrid of rare perhaps
it is time to junk the linear clobber
for the privilege of medley
Saturday, January 12, 2008
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