sewn starvation, ducks are their own
pecking the eyes
from the bread feeders.
The sun moves
in a darkened fashion
around the moon,
and the kool-aid is fresh
under the lime tree
insects sing madam butterfly
as the traffic lights blink
SOS.
I run through the maze on a straight
path, acid sunshine
makes no difference
and there up ahead
the land of lollipops
and lavender where honey
comes to die
I reach through the wormhole
pull reel in another time.
***
Hey all, I was going to write a poem about the weird things I saw today being Friday the 13th and all, but I don't think it is ready yet. Maybe this weekend. Happy Friday the 13the,
may you find that shiny penny heads up.
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