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Tombstone by Michael Aaron Lloyd
I have failed
a fallen fink
figured out by freckles
frequently
festering
a fear
of false
gods
and
lucifers.
Integrated on glands
marked retrieve
when ready.
that is not now?
but when,
I see you,
ask about your new book,
not the I once knew book.
The city is like
a swamp,
full of organisms
organic
organization
of
origin,
a laughing spell
turned toxic
twisting,
turning,
ticking,
a
teetering ship
from men-overboard,
to bored over men.
A stimulated populous
popping pills and politely pleasing the pedestrian’s pantomime
an elevator’s game leaving magnolia seeds as tip,
the door man’s lacking sense of humor.
I am coddled by ghosts each day,
but still turn the lights off before I close my eyes.
They are possibly everywhere,
Where every possibility grows
and blooms and flowers
possibly parading the impossible
A wrecking ball
ran from nothing but the
light of the sun.
noting nothing as gloom,
nothing would,
…grow.
Nothing would,
at all.
We could have left the treetops
to prosper,
instead we build skyscrapers,
apes wont climb
wire
and
metal,
Not apes…
but humans.
eager compost,
the obituary red
and kept files
until flies
fed off the
decay of
their briefcases.
