zafusy

A flirt with two stirrups
and a luxury liner
sealing the hole in
your pants. Ovoid
mama’s helper
squared to fit Attila’s
thumb. Dorsal fins
punctuating the
bathtub. Pollyanna
pushing banana fudge
as antidote to
marmalade in the
bell jar’s starring role.
The astronomers
count their stars
lucky. Knee deep,
Polyphemus sloshes
ashore. The doorman
holds the whitest of
buildings in his hand,
whistling like the
mockingbird his
mother had taught him
to be. Not in so many
stages of life. But for
free. Forever.
Stupefaction rules the
nanosecond. Wait an
era. One eyed meter
readers wearing
goggles to the never
ending prom.

Philip Byron Oakes

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