Log 168 by Godric | Photo by Tommy Coyoté

Thrown as Alice!

Caught as land

Memory sent his ships

Pain,

her plans.

Here shadows warm

And all the Nights moons sang

Chaperoning our dances to

Screen Trot til’ the Meat Rot

Conception of Mother Image!

Attain! Attain! Attain!

Then Hercules calls,

Finding the fly in my shoe

Burden barks a name

Glory ducks!

In a quiet place, a new suit.

Tickled how fickle

Our lives whittle

‘til they whistle.

Contort —

we may for bliss

Brutal and displayed

we readily sit

Daring as darkened skin

For a peachy slice of it.

Prey these holes and fill

Those that no longer fit

And have already spilled.

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