new blood suspends
in nearly comical swipes
the scene hovers
just bodies, not lovers
ridiculously hang
falling, but never move
we live a million
scenes like this
in our museum
of memory
always somebody else
holding the torch
pike and whip
never us
these dioramas
pay out as fact
evidence currency
from this memory bank
its tellers tell her
that if she'd only join
that frozen scene
she just might avoid
dropping that
promotional toaster
into her lap
at bathtime
a posable truth
hangs in clear gel
each of us curators
acrobats of the
mid-impossible
pawning our blood
as fact evidence currency
in nearly comical swipes
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tragedy of existence(mid night poetry part 2)
Poetrytragedy of existence : its' the 2nd part of mid night poetry !! there is nothing much it but life is more than we see!and less happy than it seems to be!!! please vote comment and follow and i...
