Some prefer effigies to the real swindle
Others like to seal the stench that rises off of lawn mowers.
We resent everything we cannot bend.
Often we are just waiting around,
Stalling, in the fate of a fat man.
Fireworks made the news
Nothing more true than a fire
To rapture us witness.
Daughters of jesters & village idiots
Love to watch the bumper crops burn.
I rather be a bird caught in a church bell
Instead I’m a cloud rigid with memory
The water doesn’t part when you enter me.
Who are we kidding with infinity posturing
When we all know the most final embrace is that of a pocket mirror
& a person whose name will never appear in print.
Never a fire, always the bride.
Some time ago I was served evasive wishes.
I never listened nor heard.
Perhaps we’re not that cool catatonic,
Rising air.
Did you know warm water can sink?
Maybe they’ll even hear us when we fall.
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