It was about
It was about turn
It was about my turn
I was about the page’s turn
It was fresh by the coast
& the tale contained ghosts
Hamlet’s father
& Ophelia’s palaver
A stone’s throw away from the I am a tropical fruit
& wouldn’t you wander or wonder with goldfish to
the end of the fringe & strip
For a quick drip from the shower
& dip in hibiscus
Fantasies about the discus, the sirens
Always sighing & crocodiles crying
Like a prodigious swell portentous
Thank sex without commitment
But their songs
Was to bend like a trusted friend
No stand, no band
Yes, I was glad for the rise & fall in the shadows
of the Milky Way
& when the scribes swept the road the next morn
They read homilies & outrage need not be torn
Yes people responded always with outrage
It was much, so much safer, you see, that way
Everything you know was taken to the utmost IMPORTANCE
Especially comedy & poetry & culinary & replayed ad nauseum
But back to those sirens: hot, eros, cool, thanatos, lust, skin, blow wind, song, blow, glow.
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.
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