Why pink flamingos
and aged Scotch, all neat,
let me tell you.
So
-not listening to your Top 40,
tacky Top 10's of no clicking ends,
to slim-fit into one size
single best remedy for ADHD-Spanx-
lacy Ritalin and sucking it in and up.
Apps and crap.
No thanks to letters and breath,
there is never enough for famishing...
Though the wind chimes were hung inside
happy is not home.
Respiration. Sleep-a mystery. Love-
a labyrinth. Ex-hale kings and queens.
Keeping company in cupboards
and memories in the pantry
is conservation.
Cold storage for
Natural Disasters unanticipated calamities
to be consumed
best by poetry stocked up.
Wallpaper was a little library,
well, the glue was all edible
they became consumed this way.
And I, the bye
as a terrible host,
there are no chairs here to offer you,
shall I cut you some rug?
Sit. Stay. Spin.
It is breezy, yes.
The window is stuck wide open
so the birds can watch me
fly.
Painting By Daderot (Own work) [Public domain or CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
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